Fluff and Stuff

Mr. McShuckelbob didn't have a job his tummy button did.

It liked to produce lots of fluff I must stress soft as a Dove.

By the time he was twenty eight

His house was filled nearly up to the gate

With fluff I say he was in despair

But soon he got a great idea

Every morning at half past eight

He used to be in Great Blighdate

Selling duvets let me say

With a secret stuffing!

 

One man though named Mitrinanius May

Decided to study this comfy duvet

He found out it was not stuffed with feathers

But fluff rather greasy and gray yuk yuk yuk!

With years more study he found a result

That the duvets  were stuffed with what we have worked out

He told the whole town which at once had a soak

In some rather sweet sweet sweet smelling soap

 

I'll tell you the end of my rather sad story

Mr. McShuckelbob no longer lives in such glory

He lives in a small flat way out of town

And is selling candles made out of ear wax

Nobody buys them but he has not given up

Maybe one day soon he'll have better luck

 

By Dana Murphy-Francis (1988)

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