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the 'Stute!
Andrew Scott
So you want to know what happened
What went down with the Crayon
King
Following my coronation
That was held in the 'Stute's east
wing
As you know, everything was great
Good times were being had by all
It was really just wonderful
How everyone answered the call
Pablo & Leo were in the paint
Laying down colorful pigment
In a tag-team mural contest
Against Angelo and Vincent
Justin Kase arrived Justin Thyme
As One Flew Over the main stage
And Dr. Moose cut a fine rug
When released from the go-go cage
And I just melted in my wax
Having popped up out of the cake
Candles aflame upon my head
With cream frosting, the crown to
take
It was Justin Conceivable
How it managed to come about
And that our old Nurse Crachet
Failed to come running with a
shout
But there was one amongst use who
Did not enjoy the party so
He coveted the crown himself
That Norman Rockwell cat named Toe
It was while on my quick trip back
To my comfy white padded cell
Where I was brewing up a new batch
Of flammable paraffin gel
That Toe's first attack came
flying
An old smelly sock to my snout
Followed by his poetic words
A foul combo that knocked me out
I found myself in fitful dreams
Where I was made to slave away
Wearing a monkey suit with tie
All twenty five hours a day
They took away my color sticks
And handed me spread sheet with
pen
Said "Get to work little
monkey!"
"No more can you play in your
pen."
"It's money you must make for
us
While at the organ we do play,
Go bang some windows for our cash
No rest for you until they
pay."
I banged and banged and banged
away
For all the money that was due
For several weeks I banged away
Perhaps you heard the banging too.
Now maybe it was all that banging
The sound that finally made me
think
Or the constant drip upon my head
From the janitor's stopped up sink
My first waking impression was
The janitor's closet from Hell
Everything was slimy and dank
With a terrible musty smell
I stumbled out into the hall
To find myself within the 'Stute
Yet what I wore was not my crown
But that of a gorilla suit!
As luck would have it, there she
was
Nurse C was first upon the scene
And thinking me a real monkey
She used her tranq-gun with
morphine
Who's to say how long I was out
But the next thing that I knew
Was that I woke up in a cage
At the Los Angels Zoo
So the next time you're down this
way
Be sure to bring the monkey fruit
And if it is possible too
A knife for this zipperless suit
So there you are my little pretty,
My flying monkey I now I see.
hehehe
I know what you mean,
I was there at the scene
when the high coronation began.
You popped from the cake,
and make no mistake,
you were quite the fine King
Go-Go Man!
I think that Nurse C,
(and I'm sure you'll agree)
had a thing for the way that you
popped...
With wax dripping down
from the flame of the crown,
her jaw pretty quickly soon
dropped.
And all of those painters
and Justins and waiters
were impressed by your entry, for
sure.
It didn't make sense, though,
that Rockwell was tense, so
I ducked behind my bedroom door!
The Cratchet, my friend,
had you poked in the end
with some wild kind of drug that's
real funky.
Next Thyme, grab a brush
and we'll paint on her tush
a nightmare that looks like a
monkey!
Justin T.
aka Leonardo DaVinci
Artiste Extraordinaire.
(Welcome back, Andrew my friend!)
Well my Wicked One from the East
A pretty monkey I may be
But first and foremost an artist
Not just some flying chimpanzee
Colorful Crayons are my choice
To express my artistic side
But try to glom onto this ape
And I'll watercolor your green hide
See, I just love to watch things
melt
And Ms. Red Slippers is a snitch
She told me "No fire
required"
Just add water for instant liquid
witch
Justin Thyme... aka Leo... As soon as
I make it out of
this habitat I'm catching the first
plane back to the
'Stute. As for Nurse C... me thinks
that Pablo already
got to that tush. (Good to be back my
friend)
NO MATTER!!!
Oh, Andrew Scott what did I do?
I promise I did not know it was you.
I'm calling now to the zoo
I will have them releasing you.
I've been wondering why
everyone's been placing crayons
on to your un slept upon bed.
I thought you were hiding again
from the monsters in the closet.
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