Some BIG (foot) news this week in our neck of the woods was the Sasquatch sighting.
My friend was inspired by this, and wrote the following bit of prose which, with permission, I give you:
Saskatchewan Sasquatch , by Meg Billingsley.
A Saskatchewan Sasquatch
Sat on and squashed
A Saskatchewan squash.
The Saskatchewan squash
Doubted the Sasquatch
And often touted its doubt
As the best thought about
And pouted that it had been squashed.
Yet all its doubting and touting and pouting about it
Could neither unsquash the squash
Nor squash the Sasquatch.