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)