Krazy Kostro Konfusion…
Rarely is he konfused,
About the animals that are ill used,
They give him large amounts of muse,
He does speak for those that are abused…
One Doctor Doolittle did speak,
With the animals and birds with beaks,
Mr. Kostro though does kommunikate,
Sometimes at the wrong times,
Like when he is supposed to prokreate,
With his wife and best soul mate…
But she is a good egg,
She puts up with his idiosynkrasies,
As he does bring to her great amounts of daisies,
She still does know deep down inside,
She certainly did marry a man who belongs to live with the krazies…
© ed ~ 6/5/05
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Krazy Karl left the tiny kwaint kiosk village of Kostrosymkie in 1856, with a kartload of his krazy kin and kilos of klinking kupboards krammed with krazy kritters of all kinds, aboard his knotty ketch that he had karefully named - The Kostrapolis.
He kruised all the way down to Australia in that ketch in just his sailing kap and his khakis, and he soon established the very first Krazy Kostro’s Kangaroo, Kitten, and Other Kritters, Too Animal Sanctuary in Kookaberry Kove.
You’ve probably heard of it.
His wife’s name was Krazy Katrina, and although she kouldn’t kook very well, he was absolutely ku ku about her anyway – he even named their very first orphaned kangaroo after her – kalled it Kooky. He named their second orphaned kangaroo – Kinky – but I’m not at liberty to discuss that part of our family's history.
That is his old ketch kap on my Bio photo, though. This Krazy Kostro will always Keep that Kap, and thanks for this marvelous story.
But he....Ed KrazeeeeK is a good guy.......methinks...yeah for sure!!
Love Tinka :P
Thanks Ed.xo