A Growing Menagerie of Stuffed Animals and Beanie Babies

A (growing) menagerie of stuffed animals And Beanie Babies The following doth constitute combination of fact and fiction unfortunately not sentences referencing overactive spousal glute though sphincter roaring could muscle us into ample loot (after wife explodes open bank vault) versus ass spire ring writer root ting to live nsync ecologically viz hypothetical analogous member of indigenous people named Yakut living in scattered settlements in northern Siberia. Impossible mission to clear space on the bed, when yours truly feels dead tired, nothing does magic trick than position fathead of mine (me noggin actually small and roundish) with brow emblematic of being highbred, cuz sleeping quarters overrun By Teddy Bears And Beanie Babies. Twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air and I dedicate this poem yes tis correct, if ewe bare lee remember this mister did formerly she-push-lee duck clear addressed said spouse "my little buttock blaster” endear ring pet name applied for obvious reasons, (her posterior end pulsates with putrid plume), and before she begat two 'ere rip press ably lovely daughters), anyway thee wife I fear to publicize contracted a benign strain sans incurable glare ring house cleaning malady, (thus far no unpronounceable hair raising name affixed to non contagious ill, nonetheless accursed conditioned fanatically jumpstarting organizing unkempt apartment, whereby to keep tear filling misery drowning ocean of sorrows distant at bay, scrubbing stubborn stains from clothes, dishes, and gamut of hibernating Ursine horde (née motley crue) that come breathing alive Nsync with Beastie Boys bay sic City Rollers Culture Clubbing babes upon first spring day engrossed in this, that, or some other sweeping floor foray (analogously to Velveteen Rabbit) shedding matted "faux" fur gray winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive, where humongous fur clumps would lay comprising sudden empty raft of shelf space minus a may zing globules, oh...lemme get on track, regarding poetic melee, whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" née major virus afflicting wife, would necessitate impossible task whereby strapping former feisty Norwegian farm gal in straight jacket indeed livingsocial would be no game to play boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say 24/7 daily challenge devious skullduggery Smokey and the Bandits an imp posse sub bill outlaw gang, who lived like Aristo curr Rats along the quay, which unpredictable time frame thine remaining lifetime sans wife oy vey would frank lee zap every last oomph of mine if able twin door remaining with spouse, meanwhile 'till she obliviously plucks persistent sprouting stranded silver follicle tiller broad forehead resembles a minuscule tarmac way.