“The Otter,” a Poem by Josh, Mark, and Me
A father had a daughter and bought her an otter
and taught her that the otter
was hotter out of water.
So the daughter got the otter some water.
“What a life!” said the otter
in the water, chased a fish and caught her.
Then thought-a-the otter:
“I ought-a-splash some water on the daughter
so she gets cooler not hotter.”
So like this daughter
as her father taught her
who bought her an otter,
you ought to get water for an otter that’s hotter.
Josh, Mark, and I were returning from church and we got refreshments beside the Bread Garden Bakery in front of the beautiful white Clairmont Hotel. We were happily composing this poems with as many foolish rhymes as we could possibly think of. What a pleasant experience it was. The date was June 23, 1995 in Berkeley at the Clairmont.