Rumple Stiltskin could not sin…
Spun to straw not to win.
Bricks from straw or straight to gold…
Greed fed to demons greedy and needy so bold.
E.R.’s filled to brim and seam…
Busting outward so obscene.
Spells cast from witches brooms…
Inward skyward zapping of all looms.
The princess that slept upon only one little pee…
Could not wake or glue undue in rising of thee.
Past tenses of mooned been jumped…
By a cow and spoonly grumped as a shallow envy chump.
Little Miss Tuffet who sat too hard down on it…
Where is the curd and ways?
Three men stuck well into a tub…
What did they do or who did they misrub?
What’s up doc, what do yee do? …
Where be Stan & Laurel or even Scooby-Doo or Mr. Magoo?
Where is that frickin’ fork? …
Probably by the unfriendliest stork.
The stork unfriendly was why there was a baby shortage…
Too much abortions because of someone’s hostile unsportage.
Tic Toc where is my apron smock? …
Hanging right next to the fork and spoon, you silly, silly loon!
You are the king dork you stupid stork…
You even look a lot like a crossed eyed babboon.
Cinderella’s pumpkin coach…
Was eaten entirely by a giant hungry cockroach.
Mothra escaped from Godzilla to swoop down upon that cockroach
and smothered it’s breath away due to it’s rapidly flapping of it’s wings…
Ooh! I bet that really hurts as stings.
