Possum Fakes His Own Death to Avoid Paying Feed Subscription Fees
Ma found him stiff beside the pail,
Eyes wide open, tail gone pale.
Pa poked, “He’s playin’ dead again,”
Lou filmed it twice for Channel Ten.
“His Netflix lapsed,” Granny said,
“And feed costs now? He’d rather be dead.”
He lay there still through dinner bell,
Till preacher dropped a hymn and yell.
“By gum,” Pa said, “he’s dodgin’ dues,”
Just as Possum blinked and hit the snooze.
The rooster tried to sign him up,
He fainted flat in the dog’s feed cup.
Now bills arrive, he hits the floor,
Plays possum ’til they close the store.
Smart as sin and cheap as dirt,
He ghosts like taxmen wore a skirt.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on March 15, 2024 by Alan Nafzger