Hello new friend, my name is Fred the words you hear are in my head. I say, I said my name is Fred, and Ive been... very naughty. The story Im about to tell, I tell you, I will tell you well, Is of my dear aunt Muriel, and just how Ive been... naughty. Voila the farm. My aunt lives here, with precious pup, and husband dear. My heart beats fast as I drew near, I feel so nice... and naughty. I thought just how excited they, must be that I would come today, theyd shout come Fred! huzzah! hooray! Dear boy you look so... naughty. Thats when my tired eyes beheld, a doggy dog, like dog, he smelled, D-O-G, is what he spelled, and thats how I spell... naughty. Alone was I, with tender Courage, and all his fur, his furry furrage, which, I say, did encourage, me, to be... quite naughty. Courage... your hair... it reminds me of the first time I knew just how, I felt, about hair. It was a day, Id not forget, the day that I first met my pet, oh what a lovely gift to get, Id 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. He looked at me, his fetching eyes, and fetching fur did hypnotize, and filled with joy, and filled with sighs, and thats when I got... naughty. Now, now... you shouldnt play in the toilet This dripping hair, this droopy curl, unfold sweet memories of a girl, whose tresses, oh, theyd twist and twirl, and tempt me to be... naughty. Barbara, my love was named, and her fair hair, a mane untamed, until one evening, Im ashamed, I got a little... naughty. The look upon my young loves face, was sweet as lace, but in this case, I realized she... needed some space. I never more was naughty... well... maybe not never. 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. Into my shop, he walked one day, with bush above, and beard bouquet, thats no toupee I pray, no way, I could help but be... you know. Id 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, guess how I was... naughty. Sweet pooch, afraid Ill shave your tail? Why now, that would be weird! So ends our little story. But then my landlords did resume, to free me from that porcelain tomb, and ferry to a private room, your hero, ever doughty. Good-bye dear aunt, Ill miss your farm, and Eustaces ebullient charm, and farewell Courage, whats the harm, if I was slightly... naughty. With love, Fred
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 21:06:05 +0000
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