Mister Smitty is a good hunting smitty!
The Smitty clumb up into our TV and video-industrial complex and got hisself on top of the DVD player (some six feet into the air). Peering down where cords collide and divide in a vertiginous tangle ending in dust bunnies (and worse), The Smee capturated a gecko in his mouths and bounded down to earth to have his way with the aforesaid reptile.
“No, Mr. Smee: Not the gecko!”
But the Smity was adamant: into the bathroom he betook hisself and his prey – whose back half dangled from his lips like a child of Saturn.
“Mister, should we intervene?”
The Misters vamoosed themselves toward the bathroom but ran smack into a wall of words saying:
“To Be Continued!”
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