Harry wears a pair of thick glasses,
At work in the library he reads books
Harry loves to read so much his only wish is that
But his wife! Oh his wretched wife!
She would not let Harry read.
Chores! Chores! Chores!
"Harry! It's vacuuming day!
"Harry! Mow the lawn!'"
"Harry! Harry!! Harry!!!
And poor Harry does not have time to read.
Kind neighbour Mr. Smith shook his head,
"Oh! What to do? What to do?
"Your big fat wife is too big a load
But if she's dead,
"Oh! She's strong, she's strong!
So together Harry and Smith
On their beds they thought of their plots
The following morning was a wonderful day.
He went downtown for morning tea,
He bought his Blotz a brand new jacket,
It was a coat, made of Leopard's skin
Behold! It looked so nice on Blotz!
"Oh Harry! You're so sweet!
"Oh! Nothing...nothing at all my honey dip!
"Okay, your wish is granted, you may go!
"Yes, dear!...I will take out the garbage,
On the following dawn at day break's arrival
Off to the cottage he went to fish.
But he did not take out the trash!
Along the way, Harry climbed up a tree.
Blotz woke to find the garbage bin, she screamed!
"W-h-y?! Harry! Harry!! Harry!!!
It was still dark, but Blotz would not budge,
She put on the leopard's skin
"Harry! Harry!! Harry!!!"
"Harry! Harry!! Harry!!!"
You must do your chores before you fish,
Harry waited up on the tree, and smiled.
As Blotz came closer, he fired his shots
Down Blotz went, face up, surprised,
"Sweet dreams, my dear Blotz!
"Harry...Harry...Harry...
"For you're a lazy wife, you sit around all day
"and that makes you want to kill me
"Yes, dear, dear, sweet!
Harry smiled, and climbed down the tree,
Up he went, dangling upside down.
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh! Help! Help!
"Ha-ha-ha! Harry! Don't you know? You cannot win.
Too b-a-d...I can't help you now, for I'm dying,
In a few hours the vultures will be here,
Harry dangled upside down in pain.
Blotz lay face up, smiling.
With her last few breaths, she called out,
"Harry! Harry!! Harry!!!"
"Harry!...Harry!!...Harry!!!
Harry jolted awake from his day dreams,
He dutifully took out the garbage,
None of the coats in the downtown stores
But it was always good for Harry to have dreams!
Copyright � Sandie May Angel
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this is because Harry loves to read.
When he gets home he reads newspapers.
no one would bother him whenever he reads.
His yapping, nagging, and screaming wife!
She always wanted Harry to do chores.
Harry hates those chores!
Don't just sit there and read, do something!!!"
"Harry! Take out the garbage!"
Why aren't you answering me, Harry?
Poor Harry is always doing some chores...
"No! No! Harry, you should do no more.
What should I do?" asked poor Harry.
on your shoulders for you to carry.
You will have no worries."
How can anything go wrong?"
both sat up all night long.
on how to murder Harry's wife, Blotz.
Harry woke up with a smile on his face.
When finished, he went on a shopping spree.
a hot new item, off the shop's racket.
Blotz would love to hold it, next to her chin.
She was happy with what she's got.
What do you want in return for your treat?"
I just wanted to go on a fishing trip."
But throw out the garbage before it over-flows."
on my way out to the cottage."
Harry took along his fishing rod, and his rifle.
so happy that he had gotten his wish.
for he was gone, out the door in a flash!
He watched the path along the way very carefully.
She thought it was all from her, a bad dream.
W-h-y have you left the garbage for me?"
she ran into a rage and became a grudge.
Mad!...she kicked the garbage bin!
She lunged at the top of her voice.
You c'mon out! So I don't need to shout!
No chores, no wish, no fish!"
He lifted his rifle, aimed, and as happy as a child.
at the animal with the leopard's spots.
to see Harry's smiles of despise.
You have just fallen into my plot."
Why have you thought of such ill plot?"
while I do the chores."
so you can set yourself free?"
Heeeheee...Heeeheee!"
but as he put his foot down on the ground,
something snapped, and hurt his knee.
His foot caught in an animal trap. He frowned.
Harry's voice was now like a puppy's yelp!
I'm the Queen, and you're my slave! and now you have sinned!
I guess there's no use in even trying.
and you'll be eaten alive...my dear.
He tried to shake away, but it was in vain.
wearing her new coat, she's dying.
Why aren't you answering me, Harry?"
Are you day dreaming again, Harry?"
so happy he was back, it seems.
and then he cooked, and he cleaned.
could Blotz fit in them anyway...anymore.
October 31, 2005
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