BEASTLY TALES

MENAGE A TROIS

“Small things amuse small minds!”
So said Pete Boggs as his injured feet he binds.
“How small minded do you have to be?”
“To unscrew the bindings on a snow ski?”
Yes, Bogg’s nemesis, one Arty Chuff,
Was jealous of Bogg’s skiing prowess, and other stuff.
But what made Chuff’s blood run really hot.
Was Boggs trying to date his girl, Miss Petunia Blott.

Boggs asked Petunia to go skiing with him,
Always acting the gentleman, proper and prim.
But he loved to have her with him, in wide open spaces.
A Blott on the landscape, for him, was all Aces!

Now, Arty Chuff spied through telescope,
Viewing his Petunia with that Boggs dope?
“I’ll get him, my blood’s on the boil!”
“I’ll teach him to go messing with my dear goil.”
And so he contrived, consequences not minding,
To tamper with Bogg’s racing ski binding.
As Boggs jumped off the ski lift,
Petunia applauded, at such gallant “nift”,
That is to say, his niftiness at being so clever,
As to so stylishly click on his skis in cold weather.
Boggs was being, indeed, stylishly clever and smart,
The supreme master of his domain, and the ski art!

Petunia adoringly, at Boggs did watch,
As he raced down the mountain before his progress did scotch!
His bindings flew off, and so did his skis,
As he cart-wheeled to a stop, undignified, on his knees!