Summer’s morning – thread maker feeling groovy
Along comes a non-queen to slide her jib, “$Home
cooking!” “Hey non-pigeon, you look whipped up”
“Yeah man!” “You can $lay your racket here.”
The thread maker then asked her for a ruff helping
of jelly, to spread on his wheat; but first, had to lay
some threads on a zoot suit – seven winged pests
show up to feast on the Earl of sandwich.
He nixes them out with a bug swatter – “No use doing
the Heimlich Maneuver!” Stitches up a banner – ‘The
Killing of 7’; “This is really the mezz,” decides to lock up
with the outside world; cuts the cheese.
Meets up with a 50 foot Jeff who asks the thread maker
if he’s seen a square named Jack; “Neigho, pops;” “Hey
cut rate, I don’t like your attitude!” How would like me to
toss you into my mouth to meet my crumb crushers?”
The thread maker does a Gulliver on the giant – all this
is being watched by the king’s daughter; “My, you’re
quite the jitterbug;” “Let’s split for my righteous dome
and do some lovin’ under the lily whites!”
“I’m hip killer-diller, knock me a kiss;” and she does – “That
was kopasetic dutchess!” They get hitched ‘cause she’s
got a nice frame and lots of bread; have one son and name
him David – all live happily ever after, except for Goliath.