My Cousin Purest T Honey Dog

The worst part of being put in the pokey Is being labelled for the rest of your life It’s a lot harder to be carefree and joke-y, And it is truly difficult to procure your next wife. They take your paw prints in a rough way. No one says sorry, or have a nice day. They manhandle you making you wear paw-cuffs. And make you wear striped pajamas and other bad stuffs. What did you do? I asked my cousin Purest T. Honey Dog. I really don’t know, he said. Maybe butchered a hog? A hog? I asked. Nothing else? Surely this cannot be. I have no idea what I killed. I was truly too drunk to see. I found out later that Purest T. Honey Dog had gone on a spree. He had killed the King’s men, all of them, total six hundred and tree. Now I was in awe of my uncle, because he had beat Big Baddie’s record. He has no idea how he did it, which I believe to be totally absurd.