A TRUCKER'S TALE
My father had a trucking firm and little pitchers often had big ears,
For my father would bring home stories for the grown ups to hear.
You see truckers drive long hours from city to city,
Often Mother Nature will call and they can’t stop and that is a pity.
My father told a story about one trucker in a rage of distress,
He needed to relieve himself or he would be in a mess.
The trucker was driving down the highway and much to his surprise,
He saw a field of pumpkins and said what a sight for my eyes.
He pulled off the highway and crossed the road to the fields pumpkin yield,
He took his pocketknife out of his pocket and cut the top off like a lid.
He said he sat down on the pumpkin and used it like a stool,
What a relief for this trucker and he didn’t feel like a fool.
The trucker was held over in the nearby city and decided to get a haircut,
He got to laughing about the pumpkin and the barber couldn’t finish his cut.
The trucker was laughing so hard the barber said share with us your funny,
Learning of the experience the barber dropped his clippers and to the phone to tell this story.
You see it was Thanksgiving time and the barber had to alert the whole family,
The barber whispered into the phone and said the following:
‘Si this is I, you were right about that pumpkin pie,
I just learned there truly was ‘s*** in that piece of pumpkin pie.”
[a tale told to me years ago and I’m sharing in the
challenge for Doc_dyr “laughter is the spice of life”]
By Mrs FAP
© 2008 Mrs FAP
(All rights reserved)
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