Yes, Indeed My Feet Stick Out At Night

Not that this was something that I didn't already know from before. Should I tell you more, or would this cause you to snore? Perhaps a bit of a bore, but I'll risk it and present my literary galore:

You-know-who, that's who I am, who I am, you-know-who. Who-knows-what and what does that have to do with you-know-who? Certainly I know, and so shall you. The fact is that you-know-who and who-knows-what is not the focus of the issue at hand nor is a large marching band. So what? So, so, I will certainly tell you so. No, I do not like my little bed, but my name is not Ned, Fred or Ted. Yes, indeed my feet stick out at night. No, certainly not right, certainly not fair just because of my height.

Pulling my feet in and sticking my head out certainly does not help. Why, because I will let out a yelp. My head does not stick out up here; instead it does something that causes great fear. It hits the wall; yes being tall my head hits the wall. Hits the wall like a rubber ball, but does not bounce, so, not like a rubber ball. No, my head hits the wall not like a rubber ball, it does not bounce, it only goes thud. Thud, thud, ouch, ouch. Curse and swear, yes, I curse and swear. Curse and swear, curse and swear like an angry bear.

So, how does an angry bear curse and swear? An angry bear that hits his head, here or there, is going to curse and swear. Curse and swear and curse and swear and curse and swear and curse and swear. Hit his head on the wall, the angry bear is going to maul, yes maul the wall that did not bounce his head like an rubber ball. Yes, maul the wall that hit his head, hit his head because of his little bed. A bed too small, because he is tall. Something that makes the angry bear curse and swear. Curse and swear, curse and swear, here or there.

Not Ned, Fred or Ted, in this small bed, but you-know-who. What does you-know-who do? Bend and curve!, curve and bend! Legs are more twisted up than scrambled eggs. Stuck out feet at night, not right, because of my height. So bend and curve!, curve and bend! If you-know-who forgets to bend and curve, curve and bend, he will hit his head, hit is head on the wall and you know what that means.

Who? You, no You-know-who, not Ned, Fred or Ted. Little bed, stuck out feet or hit head. Angry bear, curse and swear. Bend and curve, curve and bend. Madness, madness that never ends.

The end. Nope! The end. Nope! The end. Nope! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

If anything, this proves that if you let a monkey loose, he certainly will not become the new Dr. Seuss.