A Vacation From the Home...
I'd never felt so...naughty...
My fuzzy friend is what he was
This darling little ball of fuzz.
And, oh, such fuzz, such fuzz it does
Demand that I be...naughty.
This dripping hair this droopy curl!
Unfurls sweet memories of a girl.
With tresses,oh! They twist and twirl!
and tempt me to be...naughty.
Barbara my love was named,
And her fair hair a mane untamed!
Until one evening, I'm ashamed,
I became quite...naughty.
I never more was naughty...
...Well, maybe not NEVER...
"No need for panic.
Behold! Sustinance, hungry welp!"
Dear cur!
Your fur and fleece remind
Of nothing found in human kind!
But for one fellow who did find
Me to be...in a certain mood...
I'd never seen such hair before!
His bangs they sang!
His neck, it beckoned!
Eyebrows! Armpits! All were reckoned!
Soon I figured 'What the heck' and,
Yes, I was...naughty.
"Sweet pooch, afraid I'll shave your tail? Why now...that would be weird."
So ends our little story...
But then my landlords did presume
To free me from that porcelain tomb
And ferry me to a private room,
Your hero, ever daughty.
Goodbye dear aunt,
I'll miss your farm.
And Eustace's euboleant charm.
And farewell Courage, what's the harm?
If I was a bit...naughty...
With love,
Fred.
*Carted away to the Home for Freaky Barbers*
My fuzzy friend is what he was
This darling little ball of fuzz.
And, oh, such fuzz, such fuzz it does
Demand that I be...naughty.
This dripping hair this droopy curl!
Unfurls sweet memories of a girl.
With tresses,oh! They twist and twirl!
and tempt me to be...naughty.
Barbara my love was named,
And her fair hair a mane untamed!
Until one evening, I'm ashamed,
I became quite...naughty.
I never more was naughty...
...Well, maybe not NEVER...
"No need for panic.
Behold! Sustinance, hungry welp!"
Dear cur!
Your fur and fleece remind
Of nothing found in human kind!
But for one fellow who did find
Me to be...in a certain mood...
I'd never seen such hair before!
His bangs they sang!
His neck, it beckoned!
Eyebrows! Armpits! All were reckoned!
Soon I figured 'What the heck' and,
Yes, I was...naughty.
"Sweet pooch, afraid I'll shave your tail? Why now...that would be weird."
So ends our little story...
But then my landlords did presume
To free me from that porcelain tomb
And ferry me to a private room,
Your hero, ever daughty.
Goodbye dear aunt,
I'll miss your farm.
And Eustace's euboleant charm.
And farewell Courage, what's the harm?
If I was a bit...naughty...
With love,
Fred.
*Carted away to the Home for Freaky Barbers*