One man was such an optimist,
…That even in a drought,
He pulled his boat behind his truck
…Without a cloud about.
His neighbor’s such a pessimist
…That e’en without a flood,
He wore his waders on his feet
…For non-existent mud.
Opt told the Pess he ought to smile.
…Pess said, “My lips might crack.”
Opt said, “Well, if I smile I might
…Just get a Cadillac.”
The preacher told Pess to repent
…Or he’d end up in hell.
And Pess repented, but he wore
…Asbestos suit as well.
Opt worried not when he heard that;
…He thought he had an ace.
He figured he could talk his way
…And be a special case.
Together at the pearly gates,
…Opt’s joy was off the wall.
“It’s bliss!” he cried. But Pess just sighed,
…“I won’t like this at all.”
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.
The Bard on the Hill 