Fawn and Jeff
Fawn and the Housing Shortage
Fawn traded a house that was small,
For a big one two stories tall.
You say "How can that be?"
Well, the small one you see,
Was her Mom's real home in St. Paul.
Fawn made a deal she thought slick,
But fell for a housing scam trick.
' Thought she was a smarty
To use a third party
But DeathPimP was not the right pick.
The lovely blond maiden named Fawn
Bought a little stone house with a lawn.
But the poor girl was gypped:
The "house" was a crypt,
And she didn't survive the next spawn.
Jeff Playeth the Role
A role to play our Jeff hath.
But he wasn't sure of his path.
To practice his speaketh,
To the sewers he sneaketh,
Whence forsooth he was eatenth by rath.
Jeff always said "Ye" and not "you"
He used lots of "anth"s and "eth"s too
Folks acted mad,
So poor Jeff turned bad,
But instead of just killing he slew.
"Hail and good morrow," Jeff said
Remembering a book he once read.
The Doodz didn't reply,
But they were, by and by.
Role-ing and playing with his head.
The UOedding
Fawn took some sewing to sell,
She met Jeff and both of them fell.
The ring that she's getting
Has no diamond setting
But it's charged with the feeblemind spell.
The wedding was scheduled too quick.
The resulting attendance was sick.
Two doods dressed like clowns,
Six smurfs in blue gowns,
And the preacher who kept going *hic*
The wedding came off with perfection
They served every drink and confection.
But now I am forced
To admit: they're divorced;
They blame it on a lousy connection.
