Wile E.

Ol’ Wile E. was out of breath.
He stopped to take a break.
Another time that blasted bird
had left him in its wake.

A cloud of dust still lingered but
the bird was out of sight.
He’d tried to catch that roadrunner.
He’d tried with all his might.

But he could not keep up with him.
He knew he never would.
And he was getting older now,
his legs no longer good.

He’d have to hatch a better plan,
a plan that couldn’t fail.
That beeping bird was more than lunch;
it was his great white whale.

Ol’ Wile E. knew this was it.
His last hurrah was now.
He’d come up with a foolproof way
to catch that bird somehow.

He knew this time his plan must work,
not like those ones before.
He’d tried a million different ways,
maybe a million more.

Yeah, Wile E. may be his name
but he would always lose.
No matter what trap he would set,
no matter what the ruse.

So this time he would just give up.
He’d leave that bird alone.
He’d lie back in his easy chair,
watch YouTube on his phone.

And sure enough, what do you know?
Without doing a thing,
that beeping bird was on his porch.
He heard the doorbell ring.

So when he opened the door
he gave his biggest smile.
If this was how to end the chase
he finish it with style.

His quarry smiled back at him
and let out a BEEP BEEP.
That sound had haunted Wile E.
so he could never sleep.

Now Wile E. saw his big chance
and let that darn bird in.
Was this what he’d been dreaming of?
He’d finally get a win?

But Wile E. was not that mean.
His mother taught him well.
They simply had some lemonade
and chatted for a spell.

They talked of all of fun they’d had,
those chases in the past.
They reminisced on all those times
the bird had run so fast.

And crazy as it seems to me,
they soon became good friends.
Sometimes you never know what’s next
or how the story ends.

BEEP BEEP