...uh Bushmaster.... er.... stud... some other STUD!
sigh.... all I got was this silly poem...........
Turnup’s Christmas Card
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Recently
The wife was makin’ Christmas cards
To send, come Christmas next
In Turnup’s thoughts, the ribbon box
Was the perfect place to nest
So
He snuck inside the tangled mass
An’ curled up in a ball
This curlin’ took some furlin’
He is chubby after all
When
The wife run out of Elmer’s
She went lookin’ fer some glue
Sure enough she found Super stuff
It was frikkin’ sticky too
Well
You might know the phone would ring
An’ it would be her sister
Yackety yak ‘fore she got back
Turnup woke an’ missed ‘er
Yaaaawwwnnn
He thought he’d check the table top
Fer unattended treats
But what he got, sure was unsought
Stuff was stickin’ to his feets
What th’ ???
He’d stick one out an’ shake it
But when he set it down
Tinsel, glitter and other litter
To his toes was bound
It gets worse
In amongst the clutter
Were brightly colored balls
When Turnup sat, imagine that
Got the picture ya’ll
Helllllp !
With a bowlegg’d, straddle, waddle
The poor cat tried to run
With hiss an’ spit an’ tizzy fit
An’ decorated buns
Stop, drop an’ roll Turnup !
The room was gettin’ smaller
As Turnup’s tensions grew
As super glued an’ paper shoed
Up the drapes he flew
Help’s on the way
That’s where the missus found him
Atop the curtain rod
She left the room to fetch the broom
“I’ll get you down, by God!â€
Epilogue
To clean a cat by shaving
Might seem akin to sin
But scissors cuts around his n*ts
Took me an’ two good men