Hear!!! Hear!!! this is a DISCLAIMER, for any of you with very tight hats, it means that what PeeWee said ain't true , you were duped, swindled, gypped, diddled by my literary conman brother, and her's the truth.........

Dear friends, family and party crashers, my brother,
PeeWee the Intellectual, that double crossing one,
got so drunk dipping into a fermenting barrel
that make him to start to ramble with so many lies,
Oh yes! he saw me in a corner with a “hairy” lady,
a ravishing beauty in a bear’s skin wrapped,
which envious PeeWee couldn’t possible have
because a skinny and hairless amazon he married.

The picture in the Creep’s Cave of Fetid Poetry,
If you look well is not me, not me, it’s a fraud!!!
committed by the so called Intellectual brother
which, like all the rotten cheese you swallow;
I will announce that I am teaching Jersey brother,
the tricks to please with the when’s and the how’s,
with a girl named Jim and leaving intimate things
among the dwelling of PeeWee wife to be found.

As I say, the Engagement? You were all duped,
the only true thing was that idiotic wide smile
on li’l brother Jersey after he got the ashes tossed
by a big girl named Jim, for the very first time,
as for me, I was giving Rufuz stinking Roquefort
and sending him back and fort to the cave inside,
where he would fart to no end around PeeWee,
the ladies thought no way it was Eau de Cave.

Now, a Jersey’s chunky piece of brontosaurus
are rolling happily over a new discovered fire,
as I am grooming a strange belle in rouge
that I whacked on the head with my iron nine,
see, I am happy, bachelor and don’t regretting,
like the dummy PeeWee in his silly cheesy mine,
because I can roll over anything I choose,
but he can’t, because only dummies are married.

The first one that comes here with a cheese canapé
I swear, will regret it for the rest of their lives.