There once was a young man named Abel
Who had as a pet, a nice Sable,
Then one day he met,
A cute girl on a jet,
And it happened that her name was Mable.
So Abel and Mable were dating,
And soon they were talking of mating,
Then while at his table,
Up jumped the ole Sable,
And he thought she would surely be fainting.
But it wasn’t too long till she pet it,
And of course she was glad that she met it.
It was soft as could be,
As it sat on her knee,
And so then she was glad that he had it.
And then later when planning the wedding,
Mable sat with the Sable, while petting,
But to Abel’s surprise,
While she looked in its eyes,
She said the pet’s pelt, she’d be getting.
Well, ole Abel took Sable from Mable
And said, as he rose from the table,
I will never let go,
Of the pet I love so,
So you’ll have to find some other stable.
© James O’Brien
November 2003
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