Too old is he to make babies,
He’s startin’ in on me again,
Bet someone could get from him rabies,
And mine are just a bit tight,
But his are overrun with scabies…
Afterall he sleeps with not one but 5 dogs,
He tries to sell their doggy poop,
He drinks water and eats from their dish,
Says it makes him a better person,
Fortunately he has no fish…
So Pee wee, now you know I can run with a big one,
Bigger than you, as you are so shrunk not even will grow it the sun,
I know I will get this back ten fold, still a candle he cannot hold,
To the likes of his little bro’, I blow him away like the common cold…aaachooo
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Old Edvard used to call you ‘Dickweed,’
But I’ve always liked ‘Numbnuts’ better;
That Moniker comes from our childhood,
If I recall right, you were the BedWetter!
As for me sleepin with five mangy dogs,
I now have six of them, who all love me;
I think we’re soon gonna pay you a visit,
Bringin you our delightful ticks and fleas.
You Better Get a Rabies Shot, too, Numbnuts!
And Stock Up on Beer, Bourbon, and Milkbones
Your Loving Brother Pee Wee
(((HUGS))) and continued prayer, Karla.
So funny, so utterly funny...
Christine