The Goal was to take a
stroll to find a hole.
And we were on a roll…
until we lost control and were distracted by a musical park to gladden the soul,
and a pole…
a hole mole on a knoll…
a place in which to play our role…
a whole (lotta rocks)…
the results of the dinner poll…
a rat on a cat on a dog that needed no cajole-ing…
and Joel, the Hole Troll on the Dole who was looking very droll. And wanted us to pay a toll.
No, Joel, we will not pay a toll to see your home hole.
But perhaps you’d like us to fashion you a bowl?
No?
Well, then, thank you, Joel.
We have met our goal.
And we will now roll.
Fast.
1 comment:
Oh Joel! LOL! Such a great vacation if you ask me!!!
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