Thursday, March 21, 2013

JabberSloppy

'Twas noontime and the hungry tum
Did gyre and gimble in the chest.
Enticing were the nutriments
And the pizza pie, the best!

"Beware the LunchySlop, my love!
The lips that drool, the jaws that miss,
Beware the crumb-filled lap and shun
The ruinous splatter-sauce!"
 
He took his box of lunch in hand,
Long time a table clear he sought,
So rested he in the cafeter-ee,
And sat awhile in thought.
   
And as with lunching thoughts he sat,
The LunchySlop, intending dirt, 
Revealed itself and aimed to stain
Our hero's nice clean shirt!
  
One two! One two! And 'round his head,
His hands as quick as doodle-bop,
A bib applied in the nick of time
To stop that LunchySlop!
  
"And hast thou foiled the LunchySlop?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day, no Stain-A-Way!"
She chortled in her joy.
 
'Twas noontime and the hungry tum
Did gyre and gimble in the chest
Enticing were the nutriments
And the pizza pie, the best!

To DH, who often has a little something on his shirt. 

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