Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

Tasteless, puckered galoot, suited to the cold, he has gout. Shriveled up, with deep veins, covering up his shameful ways. She wears umbrella suits. He wears rubber boots. Puddles, of mold, paint the walls; they stare at the ink blots. A condominium-plot, paid for, after they bought lashes, teeth, and progeny - false. Their money in the grave, would elude the kittens. Big galoot and umbrella suit wish they could watch their kin crumble, turn blue and sour too…