The purple plump grump of scorn-vested lips hiss frosty a history now musty once feisty then hasty ascent of a hell-bent gent of remarkably well-spent mal-eff-content, divested suggested indeterminate slump of a middle percentage centrifugal pump to rage then stump the aged sage of frump.
Interpretations may vary.
Jective brothers Ob and Sub,
Scrub each other in the tub.
Says elder Ob observantly,
“You’ll be no more just presently”.
“I’m telling Ad!” Sub madly cries.
Then clobbers Ob between the eyes.
“That didn’t hurt.” Ob confesses,
When in walks Ad hot off the presses.
“Ob, you’re cold, unkind and callous.
Sub, you’ve much unbridled malice.”
Ob then nods in recognition,
But Sub unloads sans inhibition.
Ob briefly blinks but shows no pain,
Then sends Sub swirling down the drain.
Copyright Phil Stilwell 2008