MEL'S GARDEN
SOMETHING INSIDE MORE PRECIOUS THAN WORDS EVER HEARD
there once was a man named ric a poem a day was his trick but none would he sell till a young girl named mel wrote a wonderful limerick but ric was a stubborn carbuncle like a basketball that wouldn't dunk-le so that magical Mel put him under her spell and made ol' ric yell and cry, " uncle!" she made ol' ric promise to her he'd sell all his poems that were about dragons and hogs and silly bull frogs and hairballs covered with fur but ric didn't give in so easy the thought made his stomach quite queasy he hemmed and hawed and chewed on his wad no way would he give up this easy she knew that there was some way to make ric give in and say I'll sell all my poems and that I'll owe um to a pal that lives far away and so she would not leave him alone she was the toughest critic he'd known I will convince him she said with a grin and she chewed ol' ric up to the bone but somehow ric slipped through for a while he teased her right back with a smile and tickled poor mel 'till she let out a yell that sounded something like Gomer Pyle two more stubborn friends there could be none just when one had the other on the run the other would giggle escape with a wiggle and that seemed to be even more fun so just like real friends often do they laughed and said "hey, you be you" and though mel said, "publish" and ric giggled, "rubblish" they both smiled because they both knew that they cared and would share more too Meleric (A Story In Limericks) Ric Candor ©1994, 2000  EMAIL
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