Ralph walked back to his cabin still pondering the board back at the gazette. The baby name pool still had not been finalized. Were Nick and Ziva ever going to name their spawn? And now there was another board he’d had to wager on for Mayor Gil’s new fleet. He had high hopes that between all the multiple births here lately one of them would choose his pick—Dwayne, such a fine name.
“Ugh,” he grumbled. It was 2015 and things still weren’t going his way. The movie selection was meh, the town was all happy-happy, Joy-joy, lately; the most exciting thing to happen was the awesome mammoth battle of a few months back. At least it gave him fuel for his op-ed column. His most recent submission made him chuckle…What’s in a Name?
Since both Nick and Ziva were off on baby leave, they’d left Mistress P in charge of getting the gazette out so he stood a good chance of this article making it into the mix. Hopefully, it would help the alpha’s finally settle on one of the names he’d picked. He’d included names not just for their two, but also for the mayor’s lot. Now he’d go home and submit the poem he’d penned to the online gazette; anonymously, of course. Then he was due a few winks.
Dwayne, is the name
So sturdy and strong
It will bring with it fame
So you can never go wrong.
Another is Rock,
Or Rocki for a girl
Now don’t you bock
Don’t you remember the squirrel?
I also like Jon or John,
Nice and short, not too long
For a girl go with Joni
That’s a short “O” not a longy!