a winter tale of tail

ELLIE AND HOPPY

A Winter’s Tale of Tail

By Izzy Ess of Happiness

When Hopalong McTavish paused to write

His name in snowdrifts in the countryside,

His writing was exactly like our Lady

Windermere’s.  Of course, it was because,

She followed him around the winter countryside

While holding tight his finger that

He used to write his name in snow.  Our Lady

Elsinore von Windermere was smitten

By his kitten, Samuel B. Beauregard,

Who Hopalong sequestered in his overcoat.

It was so cold, one morning that

The snow was frozen and a finger could

Not penetrate the crust.  So, Hopalong

Was forced to use his pee to write his name.

Our Lady, Ellie, was co-operating

And quite willing to accommodate

Our Hopalong by holding and re-warming

Hoppy’s instrument for writing.  The

Quite happy couple won the hearts of all

Who read their signatures in frozen snow.

The Winter Wonderland of Windermere

And H. McTavish won’t forever be

The same, again.  This Tale of Tail is ending

Now before the crudeness creeps a little

In and starts describing what occurred

In Winter Inn.  Of course, I’ll never tell.

Suffice to say, the couple rang a bell.

If Hell is frozen over, then, the Leafs

Have won the Stanley Cup and garnered wreathes.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

July 3, 2013