There Once Was a Family of Brothers....

 

Justin Thyme

 

There once was a family of brothers...

 

There once was a family of brothers,

aunts, uncles and various others;

They wrote some fun stuff,

(although some had enough),

they would write despite all others druthers.

 

See, none of these guys were related,

though they claimed their relation predated

by same names and the like, though

the fact that they're psycho,

kept them in the 'Stute, some sedated.

 

Justin Kace was the brother of Thyme

and they thought they were first borns to rhyme!

They wrote and they posted

on a board that was hosted

by Ron, the webmaster, sublime.

 

And then other Justins, they followed

and in silly rhyming they wallowed.

They told tales much in sync

but they never did think

that the truth of their stories was swallowed.

 

The clan of the Justins grew quicker

with each one that was added, much sicker!

Credible, Sayne,

Thyme, Kace, they did reign,

and then Ebriated came with his liquor.

 

Most all of these Justins resided

in a 'Stute with straight jackets provided.

Nurse Cratchet was there

Doctor Moose and Bugs Hare

and additional Loonies (lopsided).

 

This 'Stute thing got quite outa hand--

more than the first Justins had planned.

Cartoons came in nuts

and were thrown on their butts

until most animations were canned!

 

The webmaster, Ron, was confused!

Had his board membership been abused?

All e-mails submitted,

verified and transmitted,

were valid which left him bemused.

 

Who WERE all these nut Justin rhymers?

Were they poets or sick social climbers?

Were these poetic 'Stuters

on Nurse Cratchet's 'puters?

Or were they just Passion old-timers?

 

In conclusion, I truly implore

are the Justins for real? Are there more?

Are we finished with 'Stuters

who play on computers

like kids in a big candy store?

 

I ask you how this family

can include someone sane such as me?

Writing's S'POSED to be serious,

not an imperious

flamboyant display of whoopee!

 

I'll tell you a secret, dear friend....

One day all of this nonsense will end!

These Justins tell lies

(are these Justins all *guys*?)

One day you will soon comprehend!

 

One day they'll be Justin Vestigated...

and identities soon annotated.

Until then, I guess,

we'll read rhymes that attest

that these 'Stute poems are much overrated!

 

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Silly? ummm... yep.... so wanna join us in

the 'Stute? There's room for one more...

 

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yours sincerely,

 

Justin Thyme aka Leonardo DaVinci

Artiste Extraordinaire

 

 

Justine Uff

 

They are all Justin Sayne at the 'Stute

That's a fact you can nary refute

If you see Justin Thyme

He'll be penning new rhyme

Justin Kace Crachet gives him the boot

 

He'll then be DaVinci and paint

Mona Lisa would fall down and faint

She'll frown 'stead of smile

Wondering all of the while

Justin Thyme he now says he ain't

 

Crachet's still chasing the Moose

For somebody let him run loose

She'll catch him some day

And she'll have her way

And then he will be a cooked Goose...

 

 

Justin Kace

 

Justin Kace you thought we're not all brothers

I assure you we all have like mothers

Our moms Justin Sisters you see

All brothers and cousins to me

Justin Bred, the 'Stute's got some others...

 

 

Justin Sayne

 

Justin Bred thinks I am Justin Sayne

Justin Kace in the 'Stute I should feign

To have had Justine Uff

Of Justin Credible's stuff

He's Justin Interminable pain!!

 

 

Andrew Scott

 

Oh I can attest

Justins under test

Share similar D N A strands

 

They each have six toes

A crooked hook nose

And have some real oversized glands

 

I must also say

That the Justin way

Comes from a unique genetic pool

 

For one who lays claim

To the famed Justin name

Must be a hereditary fool

 

So if not brothers

At least same mothers

This clownish clan of Justins be

 

But it doesn't explain

With my Andrew Scott name

Why they act and look just like me

 

 

Justin Thyme

 

Andrew, it was Justin Sisters

who insisted you were kin...

like my brother, Justin Kace said,

and we're glad they let you in!

You're a Psycho! You belong here!

You're a NUTSO! You are ODD!

You're not Justin Timidated

by the 'Stute, you're not, thank God!

I guess we like your silly rhyming

and we think we'll let you stay,

but, dear friend, you sure don't look like

any Justin! Nope! No way!

 

In fact, you look a bit familiar,

like that Wyeth painter dude.

Justin Kace, watch out! Don't spill yer

paint on Cratchet! She gets rude!

 

 

hehehe

Justin T.

 

 

Andrew Scott

 

Intimidated Not!

For I am Andrew Scott

Crayon King of the 'Stute

 

I rule the whole East wing

Hot wax and gas my thing

Unlike that Wyeth coot

 

That other Andrew dude

His art is just so crude

Painting with his digits

 

I think I'll brew some gel

And send it to his cell

To cook that artistic midget

 

As for our dear Nurse C

Just look in the pantry

I've cooked a special brew

 

Something that really sticks

With glow in the night kicks

White phosphorous goo-stew

 

So stop by the kitchen

Should Nurse C start bitchin

I've got ladle in hand

 

I'll serve her a bowl full

That spills something awful

And fry her where she stands

 

Love & Kisses from Andrew Scott… aka Crayon King –

Monkey Boy - The Napalm Kid (damn but its getting

crowded in here), but ya doesn't have to call me Wyeth…

cause he's a finger painter… no imagination that boy…

just paints fingers all day long… He's got no fire!

No spark! Couldn't ignite a match with an acetylene

torch! Me on the other hand… Just give me two sticks,

crayons – paintbrushes - dynamite - whatever! And

we're in business! I'll light up your life and the whole

dang 'Stute to boot! So, no more of this Wyeth stuff

cus I gotta get back to the kitchens before my

latest batch starts to go solid.

 

 

Justin Thyme

 

Andrew, you made phosphorous goo-stew?

OMIGOODNESS, sir, did anybody knew?

Damn... I mean, did anybody know?

And we'll all get to watch Cratchet glow?

 

Yippee! Hurray! Oh what a day!

I can't tell you how happy I am!

A Wyeth you ain't!

No, sir, you're a Saint!

Gonna go find the 'Stute's mini-cam!

 

HaHa! HeeHee! This sure is fun!

You're the Crayon King, indeed, my dear friend!

I'll stand on the side

and I'll tape the whole ride,

'til she falls on her big fat rear end!

 

Film at 11.

 

Mwahahahahahaha

 

signed,

Justin Thyme aka

Leonardo DaVinci

Artiste Extraordinaire!

 

ps-

I'll never call you Wyeth again,

if I do, confiscate my blue pen.

It was Justin Indication

of my evening's elation--

don't know where I am, why, what or when!

 

This 'Stute makes me often see double

and then when I do, I'm in trouble!

Andrew here, Andrew there,

but what do I care?

Pretty soon, Cratchet boils in a bubble!

 

 

Andrew Scott

 

I am the Crayon King

Over the 'Stute I reign

Hot wax and sticky gas I brew

 

Elevated to Saint

Cause Andrew Wyeth I ain't

And I make a damn fine goo-stew

 

Do not fret Justin friend

For you did not offend

My hide is much tougher than that

 

As for boiling Nurse C

Just put your trust in me

And my fifty-five gallon vat

 

I'll cook her up just fine

For me and Justin Thyme

Dinner to be served at seven

 

There's sure to be plenty

Bring the whole family

Cooked Cratchet! A slice of heaven

 

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Mmmm...Mmmm...Mmmm... Good!

Hey Vince!... I saved you an ear.

Norman... You get the toes.

 

 

Justin Nuendo

 

Got here Justin Thyme

to make my own rhyme

I know it seems Justin Sayne

 

Nurse Crachet as stew?

and nobody knew?

could smell it a mile from here!

 

How 'bout Doctor Moose

stuffed him like a goose?

when are we having supper!

 

Yummy

 

Justin N

 

 

Justin Thyme

 

Hey, Nuendo! Nice to see ya!

You're in the 'Stute and they won't free ya!?

Welcome to our humble prison!

From these walls, nonsense is risen.

How'd they catch you? Were you bad?

Did they probe the mind you had?

When I got here, I was tackled--

probed and prodded, quickly shackled!

Did they do the same to you?

Did they poke you 'cause you're new?

Did they zap you in the head?

Did they tie you to the bed?

 

Sometimes 'Stute life is a nightmare,

like when they turn out the light where

you are trying to take a leak

and then you miss and really freak

and then they come to find you grinning

like a Saint who has been sinning

and they think you've flipped your lid

since it's funny what you did

'cause the lights were out and ergo

you just missed and peed your big Toe.

 

No, I don't mean Toe, our good friend!

"Normal Rockwell", I will defend...

What I really mean, dear cousin,

is that Cratchet's often fussin'

'bout how things go on 'round here and

Andrew soon will kick her rear end!

 

HAHAHA and HEEHEEHEE...

glad you're in the 'Stute with me!

Keep your hat on, watch your back!

Some aren't friendly, they attack!

If they catch you naked-headed,

they might soon shoot double-leaded

potions in your veins and then

they'll soon ZAP your bare noggin...

Careful, when the 'Stute you log in!

 

Soon they'll get you in Nuendo

Stand up straight, protect, defend... so

welcome cousin, but beware

and make sure you hat your hair!

 

 

-Justin Thyme

aka Leonardo DaVinci

Artiste Extraordinaire

 

 

Justin Sayne

 

Watch out for that Justin Nuendo

He never says just what is so

His words have a twist

So you're likely to miss

The true meaning you may never know

 

I think he is Justin Stigator

I'll watch closely and tell you all later.

If his words are implied

Then it can't be denied

InNuendo's true name's Justin Ferrer

 

 

Justin Nuendo

 

The ‘Stute! The ‘Stute!

That’s how they call this place?

Oh Dear! Oh my!

*Falling flat on my face*

(Darn, now I lost my hat, or was that my head?)

 

Thought this was a castle,

Surely read it somewhere

Free food and a bed!

NOT hotel "Lobto" nightmare!

Wait ‘til I get my hand on my Dad!!

 

Get me out of here, PLEASE,

Before they damage my brain,

I love all this sawdust,

I know that’s Justin Sayne!

I do have some brain cells left on the right

 

Sayne, my cousin, so glad you’re alive,

For a minute I thought I had to revive

You with some Nurse Cratchet stew,

Which had made ya glow like the brew

But handy for a pee in the night!

 

Thyme, introduce me to King Andrew Scott?

I’ve heard he’s made Nurse Crachet real hot!

And since I’m here, I might as well tell,

Take her of that stove, she’s starting to smell!

Or was that your new perfume "Cratchet Delight"??

 

Got to go, before they sedate me (again)

I hear Moose coming around the bend

And I really wanna stay up tonight

To see Andrew kick Crachtet’s rear end!

Will she glow or just fall apart?

 

Justin N.

 

P.S. It was Justin Credible! Found an ear in my

soup last night. Saved it for ya Vince!

 

 

Nurse Crachet

 

Twiddley dee, and twiddley da,

did you think you'd get me somehow?

You've cooked the wrong Crachet

that was my twin carrying the hatchet!

Now how do I explain to the family

that they've lost there dear Emily?

Andrew you bumbling fool

how could you be so cruel?

I gave those crayons to you

and now look what you go and do!

 

 

Justin Nuendo

 

I'm Justin Thyme to get Justin Kase,

It's Justin Credible, it's Justin Sayne!

King Andrew...you fool, you sot! (Royal apology Sir)

'T was the wrong Crachet in the pot!

Better find her broom, so she can't fly tonight,

'cause I'm tied up in bed and have nowhere to hide!

ARGHHHHH...there's Doc Moose, eager to poke my brain to death!

No, no, I'm NOT Justin Nuendo, I'm Justin Bed!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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