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Hustle and bustle and scurry
about.
They're all coming back, though
no-one let them out.
What nonsense is this? How can
this be?
I'm so far past tense it's positively...
hard to keep track of these
comings and goings
I'm late for my rounds (is that
cold wind still blowing?)
Who are these people and why are
they here?
And what have they done to our
friend Balladeer?
He's bound in a suit with the
straps buckled tight.
In my opinion this just isn't
right!
Though at times he may babble and
drool just a tad,
only a fool would consider him
mad!
So who put him in here? Well now
let's see...
If not one of you, it had to be
me!
Oh Nurse C., Would you please see
our guest to
his new quarters? And by the way,
you're
looking quite fetching tonight.
Dr. Moose something's wrong
Sir Balladeer does not belong
I've met him on the outskirts
he's not like the little squirts.
He curtsy's to all the women
and tips his hat to gentlemen
his tongue made of pure gold
yet he comes across quite bold.
How did he end up here Doc,
maybe just a misplaced sock?
Btw, what does it look like I'm
fetching Doc?
I'll get those cards
For you DocMoose
They think they're seamen
But they're loose
Blackbeard with
A gallant flair
I think low tide
Is in the air
Well now here at
The ‘Stute they'll wish
To woo the ladies
And play "Fish"
Yoo Doc! I think yar a bit blinded from
those red lights!
That's the rubber doll in that bed.
Remember? The one I
stole and we had so much fun with
tucking in last night?
My Dear Nurse C.,
I didn't say he belonged, oh no, au
contraire
So don't get me wrong, I just said he
was there.
Or was that here? I'm a little
confused
Could be those darn meds that I have
abused.
But he's a good sport, you can tell
from his jacket
Straight from the cleaners, with
buckles and plackets
As for his mental state, I've
reservations
For now he's Justin, for a
‘Stute" observation
It's probably nothing but age setting
in
Note the blank stare and spittle on
chin
Or very likely it's all stress
related
( either anal retentive or just
constipated )
But as long as he's here I'm sure he
won't mind
If we run a few tests to see what we
find
Oh, and make sure you get his
insurance card
( Somebody's going to pay for this )
I'm on the job Doc
I'll check him good
complete examination.
This job could be fun
does he get to wear a gown?
He he he... ha ha ha
Down in the sub-basement
laboratory
We got us a live one, Nurse
Cratchet and me
He looks quite familiar, though a
bit worse for wear
When asked who he is, all he does
is stare
Some sodium pentothal might do
the trick
"Quit twitching, you whacko,
it's just a pin-prick"
"There, now isn't that
better, all warm and fuzzy?"
"Aren't you Balladeer, and
if not then who was he?"
No answers as yet, (he's the
strong silent type)
I bet he writes poetry and smokes
a pipe!
What do you think Nurse, since he
isn't talking?
Should we up his dosage, until he
starts squawking?
Looks like I arrived JUSTIN THYME
things around here are JUSTIN SANE
they've locked the 'Deer up
and let loose the crackers
I wonder if we'll ever get
them all back in line?
oh I wonder what is this mad game?
I think Doc Moose drank from a
patient's cup
he's gone totally quackers!
if we could get all the Toons on Doc
to set
maybe we'll contain the melee JUSTIN
THYME!
I've taken some rhyming liberties
here due to the
emergency nature of my post!
Master, you've forgotten me
do you think I disappeared,
gone to some tunnel vision?
No problem Master
I've changed
free to be me only me.
I'm feeling angry,
quite dismayed,
rejected and alone.
I see you have a patient here
a man you call Balladeer
sorry Doc, he's gone outta here.
(Clicking fingers twice)
Doc, how'd you get on the table?
Well, at least I saved Balladeer
now I'll leave Nurse Crachet
to do as she will with you. (later)
A "Deer" in the
‘Stute" is worth two on the loose
And this one I fear has his head
in a noose
Indeed we have vays of maykink him
talk
Exhibit A ( nails on chalk )
Bored? No not me, I have just
begun
Don't know about thee, but I like
mine well done
A little more voltage, is called
for I think
Lift that bale, tote that barge,
throw in the kitchen sink
I'm afraid it's no use, he's way
over the fence
Too far 'round the bend, where the
woods are quite dense
I don't know about you, but I think
it's ironic
Out "there" talks like
two, but in here...catatonic
I guess he's just not going to
join in our fun
These tests don't mean squat when
it's all said and done
He must be quite
"normal" I'm sorry to say
With apologies formal, send him on
his way
And now a little travelling music
please Maestro...
When you work is never done
Don't think you're the only one
Just the opposite is true
There's really quite a few of you!
When things just aren't going
right
And you cannot sleep at night
Don't give up and lose the fight
It's just that you're not wrapped
too tight!
'cause... you've...
got...personalities, personalities,
C'mon everybody sing!!!
No, my dear Jinn, I did not forget
you.
You are an integral part of this
stew.
In order to have a homogenous mix,
where would I be without your slick
tricks?
Welcome back to the ‘Stute"
where all that is done.
Serves to fit one tall order, that
which we call fun.
Though the one they call
"Deer" did not want to play.
I'm glad you're back here, are you
planning to stay?
Here for the duration
where else could I go?
The ‘Stute I'll call home
a fun place of creation.
Precision I will practice
to perfect my specialty,
a sure determination
this Stute to be a palace.
We have the King Crayon
awaiting his Queen colors,
then crazy Justin Knights
even some Lords in the plan.
We have you the Doc Moose
always in charge and ready
then lovely Nurse Crachet
who can be feisty when loose.
Guys......we're home!
Thank goodness we're home
Good old 'Stute hippodrome
Gooey mystery stew!
In the room with a view
Lady's special guest room
And our own rubber room
ONE FLEW OVER his nest
Justins in straitjackets
Bugs Bunny hops around
For no stew to be found
Who's that new guy I see?
Dude
in
psychiatry?
Doc Moose strapped on a bed
In orange straitjacket?
Nurse what is happening here?
Is Doc sick? Must we fear?
Jinn use one of your spells!
Use your spell William Tell!
'Drew some paraffin art!
Or some music Mozart?
Will this spare crayon red
Get Doc Moose out of bed?
Never dread my Dear Red
Your Crayon King is near
But with you I agree
it's too quite I fear.
Where did the 'Stuters go?
Did they go off to play?
Now that we've arrived
Did they choose not to say?
Let us check the kitchen
And through all the East Wing
Perhaps we'll find them there
In some crazy 'Stute fling.
Come my Lady in Red
Let us go look and see
And should no one we find
At least you have found me
Glad you found each other, this
Nurse is on to new agenda's so
hold down the fort, till the new
nurse shows up.
Strapped to a bed?
Out of my head?
I dare say not!
What's this new plot?
You're back I see.
Well that makes three.
I fear Nurse C.'s
Escaped, she's free!
Where to there 'Drew
Oh one of stew
I'm really glad
to hear from you!
And Red my dear
Well lookie here
If you would nurse
I'll re-imburse
for you your trouble
no pay, I'll double!
Justin Gredients "The
Dancin' Chef "
When I'm in my kitchenA
there's not much that can faze me
You can ask my oven
"Dutch"
but don't call my
"Susan" lazy
It's a sin the way she spins
my heart goes pitter patter
Vanilla Ice would not think twice
not that his thoughts matter
In a trance I watch her dance
she spices up my day
I steal a pinch of onions minced
with them I'll have my way
A bit of "Thyme" to
make it rhyme
and though she's kind of scary
She has a flavor all her own
my little "Rosemary"
"Basil" plays the
saxophone
man that cat can swing!
But it's "Ginger" I
can't leave alone
she's got that special zing!
I slide up next to
"Sherry"
who knows just how I think
With "Tara" gone she
says "Hey Mon"
"Come join me for a
drink"
By now the place is jumpin'
everybody's on their feet
So c'mon my little dumplin'
What do you say? Let's eat!
Say hey there Doc Moose I'm back at
the 'Stute
What cha doing in my kitchen you
coot?
Your spices are fine but they just
won't do
I'm the one who cooks a mean pot of
goo.
So pack up your bags, there's
clients to med
I here Balladeer is strapped to a
bed.
Just give me five tics, I'll russel
some grub
After which we can go down to the
pub.
Haaa... it's good to be back home!
Sounds delightful and since you owe me
a wine and dine,
I'll take payment here and now. Nice
creativity here master.
It really is good to be home again
and I'm very happy you
kept things cooking around here.
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