Barnabas loved to bark, no matter the occasion.
He barked at all creatures of every persuasion.
He barked at policemen. He barked at the cat.
He barked at his shadow, and loudly at that.
He barked and he barked ’til his throat was the sorest,
But when he barked at the witch who lived deep in the forest
She yelled at him “Silence, you carrier of fleas!
“Or I’ll transform you into the bark on these trees!”
And no one saw Barnabas after that day.
His heartbroken family thought he’d run away.
But we know what happened; He didn’t just lark.
The wicked old witch took the bite from his bark.
Via Reddit.
Urine trouble now, Barnaby!
** golf clap **
Fab.
Awww! I hope they found the real doggie..
Let’s assume that they did but didn’t bother to take down the old poster.
We’ll all be much happier.
LOL, the hover! 😀
Very clever poem, but I’m afraid this falls on the sad side of “cute or sad” for me.
Oh, yes, it does – we can only hope the little sweetie was found. The poem and the juxtaposition, however – hilarious.
I agree. Such mixed feelings!
It smacks of Edward Gorey. 😀
Mike you are supremely clever and wonderfully hilarious!
Mike, if you have a contact to the witch of the wood, I would really appreciate to get it. I would pay generously for her efforts. Stalker neighbour has very loud dogs, which keep me awake most nights. I wouldn’t like to have them turned into bark (only their owner), inserting a little remote controllable volume button on the dogs would do.
Great job Mike!!!! Amazing juxtaposition and no matter how I try, I cannot un-see the doggie in/on the tree bark. I echo everyone else and hope doggie made it home.
Cute, creepy, sad, this post runs the gamut of emotions!
Awwww. So many feelz.