Peter's Transmogrification

Petey's chillin', that La-Z-Boy Gulpin' Big his refreshing joy swellin' swell his bellied pot chillin', thrilling, harey sot fast-food's bagged, the carton void Pete's tummy growls a bit annoyed paper's crumpled and tossed aside McGregor's garden done gone deep-fried smartly grasping his cell phone so he's not alone, when all alone paws kicked up he's nearly prone kickin' back his chillin' zone blue jacket became a red T-shirt athletic-style that might exert but rest a minute, take off them treads and matching headband for forehead whether stylin' cool or stylin' hot nothin's stylin' like doin' squat sista's pleadin' "get off yo ass! outta that chair an' grip a grasp!" Mopsy rants loud to no avail an' so do Flopsy and Cotton-tail chillin' Pete ignores their behest relaxin's what ol' Pete does best remembering that ol' gal B. Potter sloth feels great but hadn't oughter all those tales should cut 'im slack over exertion might make a heart attack © Goode Guy 2014-02-21 inspired from Suzanne's wonderful sketch at ODU art department showing 2014-02-20 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Rabbit