Open Poetry #4 |
Back At The 'Stute... Without My Monkey Suit |
Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Hangin' with my primate cousins Ten days in a gorilla suit Until the call came from Nurse C "Bring that moldy ape too the 'Stute!" Well I can't say I'm not thankful For my release came Justin Thyme Because LuLu the chimpanzee Was starting to look mighty fine Now that I'm back amongst my friends The time has come to don my crown But first I must light a fire And start melting these crayons down You see, LuLu was one smart chimp A graduate from M I T She gave me a new formula That brews gelatin T N T And when I get it all mixed up I'll find my friend Norm in his cell Deposit a stick in his sock And color the wall with Rockwell Yep! That's what I think I will do Start a new trend in object art If Koko can sale her paintings Than why not exploded Toe parts? |
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Wicked Witch of the East Member
since 1999-11-09
Posts 69 |
Andrew my pretty.... I should have know you weren't one of my monkees... Ian.... get away from his leg.... |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
My Dear Wicked One... Beware the one who likes to melt things, cause I'll get you and your little dog too... in my vat of gelatin goo... hoo, hoo, hoo. |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
I'm back at the 'Stute But not a one is here Everyone's gone missing Not a peep do I hear Perhaps in my absence Norman's done them in Stuffed all my supporters Into suits penguin Put them into crates Posted for the zoo Labeled "Midnight snacks" For the whale Shamoo Hmmm... well there's a Witch and her dog, perhaps we're not in Kansas anymore. Curiouser and curiouser... [This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 12-09-1999).] |
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Nurse Crachet Member
since 1999-09-27
Posts 318They know where I am! |
Oh, Andrew Dear we're all here it's you that's lost since the crayons all became tossed into the range for their color change. We've been looking seen you cooking in your birthday suit. Bugs thought how cute then ran to his room to retrieve a costume. Justin Thyme peeked in Justin Kace his twin whispered don't stare for he's not all there. You've been overly seen inadvertently obscene. We're all here, where are you? |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Well I must admit I felt a slight draft Thought my chefs hat on but I must be daff Come to think of it I'm missing my apron hmmm... now that I look I've got not a stich on Cooking in the nude Hey this is really fun Just don't splatter hot wax Or you'll get hot-cross-buns. Pastry anyone? |
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Justin Sayne Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 53 |
No buns for me thankeeeee....... |
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Dr.Moose1 Member Elite
since 1999-09-05
Posts 3448Bewilderment , USA |
Andrew, Sorry I've been lacking In the number of replys Though you may think my pudd I'm whacking I'm not one of those guys You see like you I've been remiss And am trying to catch up So say hello to Cratchit And give my regards to "Pup" |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
Hey Doc! Thank goodness you weren't caught I was starting to wonder so Within that Moose outfit you bought I figured you'd be the first to go Tag 'em and bag 'em Send you off to a game preserve Where bald headed Fudds Have the freedom to poach and serve Well, Thanks for stopping by the kitchen I'll tell the Nurse you said "Hello" But before you go please try these Buns made from my own special dough Now don't you worry, they're low cal Guaranteed not to go to your waist Glazed with my favorite gelatin These pastries just explode with taste Here, please deliver this dozen With my compliments to Rockwell I'm sure he'll love the fruit filling Despite the slight gasoline smell Now run along good Dr Moose Quickly, you must not hesitate The fuse is lit, only so long And it would not pay to be late ----- C-ya around the 'Stute. |
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Justin Thyme Member
since 1999-09-13
Posts 216Oz |
No wonder they've locked you in. You're quite insane, my friend. You say your crayons are wax? Well, listen, here's the facts! Nurse Cratchet's hands are on her eyes, oh say, man, can't you see? She wears a monkey suit of white while trying to catch me. She reaches out with her big net and whips it toward my bed! Nurse Cratchet is a monkey nurse inside her monkey head! She covers up her eyes because she doesn't want to see that Rockwell thinks he's Santa Claus who's trying to get free! This big Toe said he had a gift for all the patient 'stuters! He's breaking us all out of here and buying us computers! Nurse Cratchet plays the monkey blind, between her monkey friends. The other one, has hands on ears, because he must pretend.... he doesn't hear what patients say when he is walking by... this Dr. Monkey Moose is deaf to all we signify. And next to him, beside his right is Monkey Number Three who has his hands over his mouth so he won't yell at me. This Monkey Three is a cartoon, as Looney as they come. He thinks he is a Dr., too! But we aren't quite that dumb! This Monkey Three is really not a monkey after all... no, no, he is Sylvester Cat who's got a lot of gall! So Cratchet, Moose, Sylvester Cat all sit there in a row. With hands on eyes and ears and mouth... 3 monkeys that we know. They see no evil, hear no evil, speak none, that's the facts, while you and I are stuck in here, and you are melting wax! Oh dear, oh my, oh mystery! This 'stute's a home of hell! Please do not try to blow up wax and paint walls with Rockwell! If Toe can really break us out, Justin Kace he frees us 'stuters... there may be life on the outside with BRAND NEW f-a-s-t computers! sincerely yours & copyrighted by, Justin Thyme aka Leonardo DaVinci Artiste Extraordinaire All Rights Reserved!.... LOL |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
I've seen these monkeys Yes in deed All sitting in a line And to escape Their repressed ways Would be just fine But I think you duped If you believe Norman to set us free To take us too Comp USA For a holiday shopping spree No… if out of the 'Stute You wish to be I promise to free us all After toasting Rockwell With some fresh rolls I'll rearrange these walls But my dear Justin I've seen the outside And I don't think it will do We'll just trade our walls For the bars of a cage Our comfy cells for a real zoo Although I wouldn't mind seeing LuLu again. [This message has been edited by Andrew Scott (edited 12-13-1999).] |
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Justin Thyme Member
since 1999-09-13
Posts 216Oz |
Lulu loved you, yes she did. To bad that you blew you lid. When you donned that monkey suit, she thought you were very cute! But now, Andrew, here is the thing. Lulu's heart no longer sings. When you dropped your monkey drawers... crawled around on all your fours, Lulu said, "You're Justin Sayne!" You denied it, white coats came! Took you to our little 'stute... here you sit, you can't refute. I believe what you did say, that we won't go CompUSA. Rockwell, he won't spring us out. You are right, without a doubt. When you get out, King Andrew, there's one thing you shouldn't do... Don't try finding Lulu Belle. 'Cause she'll make your life a hell! You think you don't like it HERE? She'll call cops, that much is clear! 'Stead of visits by the Nurse, you'll have visits much much worse! No more patient you will be... instead a PRISONER, you see. Nasty gaurds will beat your butt! You are better off a NUT! I'm sure you'd rather wear a gown then stripes and shackles ankled 'round! So don't monkey with Lulu, Drew! She'll make a monkey soon of you! You think she'll make you high, elated, but soon you're Justin Carcerated! (just a friendly tip from one of your fellow 'stute patients... hold on to your crown, little buddy... that Lulu can be one dangerous chick! Hey, and thanks for the tip about Norm. I was really believin' he was gonna spring us there for a while!) signed, Justin Thyme aka Leonardo DaVinci Artiste Extaordinaire 12/13/99 |
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