Getting nasty letters, innuendos, jabs and sour comments from my best-I-do-not-name-names...I will set the record straight about that angel living in a devil nest, aint no devil and aint no nest, just the ordinary loving dysfunctional family...

From the smelling State, after my last poem
I received a most strange and angry call,
li’l brother Jersey Devil Ed was complaining
about me disclosing the secret of his doll,
without ever mentioning that of fair PeeWee
the Xmas inflatable gift from Santa Claus (?)

Well I cannot in the name of Justice keep
my piece and do not tell to the rest of yer folk
that the brother in the middle, PeeWee, it is,
did write a Xmas wish to Chicago Roebuck
about getting before the holydays very pronto
like Jersey Devil Ed and darling of his own.

The secret was kept from Mean Tall Woman,
the innocent wife from the Cherokee crew
that could not use her shaving tomahawk cos
squealing sis Tiger Lily did not have a clue,
the brat surely would have punctured the bubble
or to Ma she would have run with the big news!

Never so comfy up north in his wedding bed
hugging were PeeWee the new bride by post
forgetting that bow and arrows are handy
when it is too far for the scalping tomahawk.
Do not play with sharp needles inside a bubble
if you do not wish one of yours the one that was.

Heard that Ma as sent it back to Santa in Canada
leaving PeeWee full of sorrows that not blow-up
like the luuve he was getting from the soft vinyl
that he didn’t want to share with brothers grownups,
now he is all alone licking his aching wounded limbs
as Jersey and me intercepted Ma going away post!