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Oh, my dearest Emily
Andrew cooked you into his stew
now I shall cook up a brew for you,
after I break the news to the
family.
How could you be so cruel
you wanted to please those Justin's
kind
so you cooked the wrong Crachet's
hind
now you shall be in for a real duel
Tears dampen the floor
their feet prance on each day
believe me I shall find a way
to make all of you pay and more.
Don't look over your shoulder
because I might be the B**** you see
and what is it I hold you see,
is the serum shot into your
shoulder.
You have all cooked your goose
and I'm gonna be sure you pay
no more will there be a happy day
till I have all your heads in a
noose.
Oh please, Nurse Crachet, don’t
gimme a cuff
we meant no harm, ‘twas Justine
Uff
to chase away the mist of the
opium
and ya got to admit, she tasted
good with some rum!
Ya never really wanted to be part
of a twin
ya told me once she stole your
heroine
so we did ya a favor Justin Kase
to spare ya from any more
disgrace
But please have mercy on our good
King
ya must admit, he’s a cute
looking thing
I’m glad I caught ya Justin Thyme
to prevent ya commit a terrible
crime
No need to blush or feel any
shame
let's say ‘twas a case of
temporary Justin Sayne
Mwahahahahahahahaha Oops, Sorry
Nurse Crachet!
Had a visit from Doctor
Mooose....Justa Minut ago
Justin Nuendo's 'round the 'Stute
With Dr Moose a tryst to boot
Nurse Crachet will not like that
much
For they've been dating, going
Dutch..(hehe)
Now we'll see who's in the stew
I'd watch out if I were you.....
You say I cooked the wrong Crachet!
That Emily had the hatchet!
Nurse C's sister I cooked instead!
Dang! But that is justin polite
I think she did it justin spite
My stew ruined by mystery head.
Now who's gonna eat this here slop?
Without Nurse C dinner's a flop!
I don't see how it can be saved.
Why looky here! It's Elmer Fudd
He looks to me a tasty spud
See, no peeling… his head pre-shaved!
Oh, I'll cook him up Justin Thyme
For everyone to sit and dine
This other swill we'll do without!
Not fit says I for beast or man
Perhaps I'll send Nurse C a can
She'll just love it, there is no
doubt!
Once I heard those sisters talking
In the kitchen they were squawking
Nurse C said "I can eat more
than you."
Can't say who came out the winner
But tonight Nurse Crachet's dinner
Will prove her statement to be true.
Bon Appetite!
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PS. Unless you are a trained professional with an
Epicurean Degree from the 'Stute of Cooking
please do not try these recipes at home. Gross
misuse of Fudd or Cratchet can lead too serious
health problems with severe cases leading to brain
damage, irreversible insanity, and hair loss. And
always remember: Food is our friend, and we're
happy when we're eating! Chao.
The Crayon King!
Woohoo The Crayon King is back!
Where did ya hide this pre-shaved
head?
By the way pleased to meet you
I’m the Stute’s latest weird dude
At your service! Bet that made ya
glad!
Ya better watch out for Nurse C
I spied on her having a pee
Quickly turned of the light
So she had no clear sight
Made her pee on her Big Toe, ya
see.
Now she’s even madder than Hell
Trying to curse us all with a
spell
Which of course will return
Like a b(r)oomerang on her
Don’t ya love this hair-raising
yell!
Ah, Justin Thyme for supper! This
Is Justin
Credible good ya know and Justine
Uff
for all of us Wow, Justin Sayne, I
found the ears! Save ‘em for
Vince!
Pass me the eyes please?
Why... all of you should be ashamed!
To take too many pills is not fun
and games!
Though my bag I may have left behind
Most of you now are quite out of
your minds!
Of course then again, that's why
you're here
Where Vinny will always lend you an
ear
But try to calm down, a little at
least
And Andrew, on Cratchet you really
shouldn't feast
Things should get to "normal"
in a day or two
By the way what's for dinner, did
someone say stew?
A rose by any other name would
still smell as sweet
But the wrong Crachet in the stew
is a foul smelling meat
Nurse C I would not have taken your
sister had I known
That the one with the hatchet was
no more than your clone
I have the highest standards when
I prepare a fine meal
Next time I make Crachet stew
I'll check for the FDA seal
Dearest Andrew
maker of stew brew
you are the master
your gonna go faster
cause if I catch you
you'll get your due.
Something here just isn't right
I only left for a couple of nights
But on my return this place is a mess
WHO TOOK MY MEDS, WILL SOMEONE
CONFESS?!!!
I’m cumming forward, I’m an honest
Dude
That’s why me Dad threw me into
this Stute
When Nurse C took off to her
floating sphere
Some sort of substitute arrived
over here
He poked, provoked and almost
choked us
I was half on my way becoming a
corpus
I fought my way back out of my
shroud
Ya should have seen it, ya would
have been proud!
So I took your med and tucked him
away
Just to have some quiet for a
couple of days
I didn’t harm him, I wouldn’t dare
Just gave him a tiny bit of a
scare
Feeding him herring with whipped
cream
And ya know what, he never even
screamed!
Though his eyes are now somewhat
bulgy
As if he’s got some weird allergy
Please don’t be mad and poke me
brain tonite
I’ve seen outer limits and don’t
feel like the twilight
I’ll be a good Dude, only wanted
to see
If he’d like my newest recipe
Hey Justin - N
What cha cookin
In that big pot?
Looks alien
From this kitchen
How much ya got?
Enough for three?
Moose, you and me?
Hey! I've got stew!
My recipe?
A mystery!
This head? No clue.
How can you eat at a time like
this?
Please tell me what did I miss?
Who is this person cooked into a
stew?
It must be the one and only ONE
FLEW!
Yet why would I say it was my
sister
did she come visit and I missed
her?
Oh my, I'm so lost and confused
I feel like my mind has been
abused.
Is today the day Andrew gets new
crayons?
Why can't I seem to remember any
plans?
Oh dear, Crachet ya found yar
heroine
thought ‘twas down the drain
However did ya get yar hands on it?
or is that cocaine runnin thru your
brain?
This is it, Oh Great Crayon King!
a once in a life time chance!
Got ya crayons in all colors
Hey, never before saw ya dance!?!
Btw, anyone seen my l'ttle bro'?
haven't seen him for awhile
He's ‘bout 6.2”, great big ears,
head's shaved and a gorgeous smile.
I was only gone a week by golly,
What the heck is all this folly.
Why would you want to cook that
nurse?
What danger lurks behind this verse?
Surely you wouldn't want to eat her,
Why not just tie her up and beat her?
Such anxiety lurking here -
I should cut off my other ear!
Ah, but then I know what you would
do,
We'd all be eating "Vinny
Stew"
Who let you in the kitchen anyway?
Vinny
To Nurse C…
Slipped into my kitchen
For a taste of the sauce
Now your brains all fuzzy
Your words are at a loss
You can't make heads nor tails
Of who is in the stew
You say not Emily
And I doubt it's One Flew
Now let us ponder this
Justin who's head can this be?
Floating in my crock pot
Like drift wood on the sea
Could it be Elmer Fudd?
Or Vince the painter dear?
Nope! This be the wrong spud
With one to many ears
I'm sure its not Doc Moose
There be no antlers found
And if this were Rockwell
It wouldn't weigh a pound (airhead
that he is)
Could it be Justin Tyme?
Let's check it Justin Kase
Hmmm… Kind of taste like slime
And that ain't the right face
Were I to make guess
I'd say it wasn't me
For this head has no eyes
And I can surly see
So who's in this here pot?
Who's this John or Jane Doe?
Just give me the facts mamm
Not Justin Nuendo
I have a need to know!
What is this mystery meat?
Which garnish do I use?
Should I use hands or feet?
Please do not hesitate
I need your answer fast
Cause dinner's served at six
And already its half-past!
I couldn’t take it any more
so slowly I opened up your door
and there sat upon the table
I didn't even read the label
just popped those tiny pills
I couldn’t climb anymore hills.
Then it all happened so quickly
I began to feel very sickly
so I disappeared to my hideaway
only to awake covered in hay.
What are these pills, what do they
do?
For how long I was gone I have no
clue.
As Alice, Cratchet, you've found
out
Just what these pills are all
about
Some are large and some are small
But no way should you take them
all!
To the E-room with you very quick
Your pulse is low, you are quite
sick
And to get you o'er the hump
Your stomach we will have to
pump!
I guess that I am Justin Thyme
to tell you dear Cratchet's fine!
I saw her in the office space
where I was trying to erase
the 'Stute's computer records which
keep us all here! But then the bit**
she scared me, wow, I must confess!
She jumped out from behind the desk
and screamed, "GET OUT! You
crazy nut!
Before I kick your little
butt!"
I jumped about a foot or two
and landed smack upon her shoe.
She yelped so loud, it made me shake
for 'bout an hour, for goodNess
sake!
My point is this, the dope wore off
and Cratchet's back, so do not
scoff!
Beware, my friends, and watch your
ass!
Nurse Cratchet's got the Wacky Gas!
-Justin Thyme
aka Leonardo DaVinci
Artiste Extraordinaire
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