Ms Mumble

Ms Mumble fumbles and stumbles She tried doing something, it turned out to be nothing SHe swept and swept all under the rug Not only the dust but even a bug SHe filled her pockets with lots of loose change Yes Ms Mumble, I must say, is certainly strange Her head got stuck down deep in the couch When she finally got loose she stood with a slouch Her red hair a mess a green earrings was gone All she can do is stand there and yawn She layed in my bed to take a quick nap The longer she slept the louder she snored A fly on the wall became very bored To its tiny ears her snore was a roar Poor Ms Mubble, the fly began passing bye Not to say hi, just to pass by With a tickle on her lobe and a buzz in her ear Ms Mumble awakes not knowing the year She sat up in my bed Began shaking her head She shook off the fly it landed by the door A lesson well learned Ignore those who snore