The Odyssey Of The Woofus
copyright 2005


A woofus came a walkin’ into Brisbee town one day
It sat and told a story, of how it went astray.

The creature said it started out near San Francisco Bay,
And traveled down the coastline with a California Jay.

The woofus was in calm pursuit of a man named De Monet
Evolving ever as it trotted merrily on its way.

The critter looked so strange to folks that they did turn away
In fear and loathing, fright and horror, most in great dismay!

The woofus was dismayed itself, the day was first of May,
For the woofus had to hurry, and could not overstay.

“You see”, the woofus told me, “I could not face delay!
I was on my way to Brisbee to star in a puppet play.”

“But, as luck would have it, on that dreary, cloudy day,
Some bozo gave directions and, alas, I lost my way.”

“Along the road I journeyed, did not stop in Santa Fe.
I ran, I hopped, I skipped, I flew, over the sun-baked clay.”

At last a town the woofus spied, and what a fine display,
But this was not our Brisbee! The sign said “Mandalay”!

The little woofus was so tired, it sat down to survey,
The area surroundings, and all the fine array.

The time had come to change some plans, the woofus needed pay.
While reading classifieds one morn, with hot café au lait,

It found the very thing to do to pass some time, plus play.
And that is how it came to pass, this tale of faerie fey ...

Wherefore the funny woofus wound up in Burmese Ballet.