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Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt, two nonsense senior rhymers.
Went to bed without a blink and never set their timers.

And when the dawn grew very near; no one was alarmed.
So, Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt slept by good dreams becharmed.

It wasn’t long before their boss called, for they were late.
And on that date there, then, was laid a most devastating fate.

Don’t come to work, dear Martzy Putt, you’re fired and so is Butt!
Then, Scuddle Butt quickly sat up and in a daze asked, “What?”

We have been fired; we did not get up; our boss is very mad.
With Christmas near, there will be no cheer, which is very sad.

So Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt got up and stopped their dreaming.
Instead they put their dunce caps on; then, the phone started ringing.

We want great toys for Christmas: like bikes with streamers streaming.
But that’s not all we want lots more; the youngsters set out scheming.

Many things are now on sale: Motorcycles, video games, and TVs.
Buy us jewelry and new clothes; remember a player for the new DVDs.

Their heads were spinning all around with jubilant sounds demanding.
How in the world will we buy it all; the solution came transcending.

We’ll tell them all Santa Clause is dead; they crucified him last week.
So now it is time to think about commercialism and things you seek.

So, Scuddle Butt and Martzy Putt, those nonsense, but wise rhymers.
Planned a plan to save some face, which had been stolen by silent timers.

They set about to educate the children with so many demands.
But before they could, the clock went off, the sequence came from dreamlands.

They quickly got up, put on their clothes, and rushed out for work like they should.
But when they arrived, to each one’s surprise, they had on their pajamas…not good!

© November 17, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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