Ugbutter Jones
Ugbutter Jones had an oversized head
It was enormous, and totally overfed.
His magnephelant shoulders could barely hold it up.
His ears came out like petals on a giant buttercup.
It was chopsqurirelly dangerous to mention his head.
Ugbutter Jones had an anger about it and a pocket of lead.
So we kept our diligent mouths busy, seeing his ugly as beauty.
He was our grandson, so we felt it was kind of our duty.
Grandpa! He would yell when he looked in the tiny regular mirror
Why can’t I see my face? Can you come right in here?
We always had to remind him to squat, next to the pot.
But he did not remember, he truly did not.
His head was quite ugly, and his brains were uglified too.
We named him correctly, Ugbutter, perfect name for this foo.
His magnephelant brain did not hold much information inside.
He was chopsquirrelly silly, his ugliness not easy to hide.
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