Mr. Joe’s Tale

By Knives

(This little story was released by someone who is now deceased.)

Three days ago, if I am right,
I found something that gave me fright.
Just read on, reader, and you’ll see
The weird thing that happened to me.

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First, let me tell you something new.
I am a person, but not you.
My name is really Mr. Joe.
Now let’s move on, before I go.

One day, I looked in the trash can
And found a dreaded motiman!
‘I have to cut its tuft!’ I thought!
(Motimen need those, quite a lot.)

I ran into the house with speed
To get the tools that I did need.
But when I reached my ‘sharp things’ drawer,
The tools I needed were no more!

I ran to get the telephone,
As on this day, I was alone.
I dialed numbers - 9, 1, 1, 
Regarding answers, there were none.

I ran back out to check the bin.
Gladly, the motiman was in.
I tried to dump the creature out - 
But then, I heard a small, sad shout.

“Please don’t dump me out, I cry -
If you do, I’ll surely die!”
The cries were shrill - I could not hear,
So I leaned closer with my ear.

“Don’t dump me out,” the creature said,
“Or I will certainly be dead!”
“You will?” I said, “Oh, poor, poor you - 
‘Cause that’s exactly what I’ll do!”

The creature could not say a word.
Even so, it would not be heard.
The creature fell and made a splat
And that’s, reader, the end of that.

My family:
Cheese is my granddaughter.
There are also a number of people who may claim they are related to me including Motiman, Knives, and Dolphins.
Sadly, they are liars. Do not believe a word they say about being related to me.