Why bid a neat dum-
dum wing juice to be
an Ed and bungle it?
A panoply of dander docks
a slug, pays Mrs. Guare,
methinks at Pete’s biz,
MiniWear. Pat’s troubled
butt band’s slipped slightly anal,
like Ed, who always goes
for the softer tissues. On strike
Ned poos hallways like a proper
cockatoo mumbles jumbles.
