Great Uncle

Great Uncle

Great Uncle
Great Uncle

The Tale of My Stupid Interpreter Great Uncle
A Ballad

The Tale of My Stupid Interpreter Great Uncle
It began on a bright May morning:
I was the most exciting doctor around,
He was the most stupid interpreter.

He was my great uncle,
My stupid great uncle,
My interpreter.

We used to spin so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to snooze together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one morning, one bright morning,
We decided to snooze too much.
Together we nuzzled a criminal.
It was stupid, so stupid.

From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so ugly.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

He nuzzled a whippet.
Alas, a whippet!
My great uncle nuzzled a whippet.
It was pointy, so pointy.

The next day I thought my cheek had broken,
I thought my mouth had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, he is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that morning,
That bright May morning.

My mouth... ouch!
When I think of that stupid interpreter,
That stupid interpreter and me.

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