Fat Friday


Just for fun :-).


They call me Fat Friday,
And I’ll take any case that comes my way;
I don’t discriminate, my morals are loose;
I’ve even been known to represent…
Yes you guessed it, Morton the Moose!

Morton said it wasn’t him that did it;
At least to the judge and jury, that was his story;
But between me and you,
I’ve always questioned if what he said was true!

You see, Morton the Moose always had it out for Gander the Goose,
Ever since he found Gander flirting with his girl on the Tilt-a-Whirl;
She claimed she got too dizzy and confused the Goose for the Moose,
But if you ask me, she was playing quite loose.

Anyway, when Gander was found dead in Morton’s truck bed,
The coppers found Morton with his hoofs bloody red,
And read him his rights right there on the spot,
Where Gander’s neck was twisted in a knot,
No mystery to be solved in this plot.

But Morton claimed he’d found poor Gander on the roadside,
Twisted and broken with his insides outside,
But still with some breath so he’d placed him in the back of his pick-up;
And was rushing to the hospital when the coppers caught up.

By then it was too late for Gander the Goose,
As he whispered his last words to Morton the Moose;
He sputtered dead in that truck bed,
With only Morton hearing what he’d said.

Morton claimed it was just gibberish,
Nothing that made any sense, just rubbish.
But we all thought it must have been an accusation,
His final breath an identification.

Now we’ll never know as Morton died of boredom in his cell
He was serving 20 to life because he wouldn’t tell
(and some questionable representation from his lawyer)
Who coincidentally moved in with Morton’s girl.
(I pounced on that opportunity as soon as the guilty verdict was announced).


Be well,

Monty


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