Dear, On Dear

Dear oh dear He grew himself a new ear, After only a few days To himself he gives all healing praise. In the ear he was shot The farm we all thought he had bought, As he hit the ground With a big "THUD" sound. He fell to the ground crying As if he were dying, There was blood wiped everywhere Even in his orange hair. Then he was helped up and he began to parade Then for weeks he wore an oversized bandaid, He then healed really quickly While not ever feeling sickly. He now wears a bandage no more As he screamed as if he were in a war, His ear it has now healed Him and his family and supporters are thrilled. He is still an old fat codger A very unhealthy, unpatriotic draft dodger, He is now old and falling apart He now places more stress on his heart. In his youth he played many sports In the field and on the courts, To a military academy he was sent Where on the parade field he would represent. I'm now waiting for someone to explain As I can't with my own brain, How can a person at 78 grow a new ear But, couldn't heal bone spurs in his youth, yesteryear. Randy L. McClave