The KNOCK KNOCK WHOs There FOLDER

at the door of Professor Jaimesen,


Knock*Knock*

"Who's there" I said,
trying to knit a hat for my head,
to guard off the aliens
..from warping my brain,
besides the ones I contain,

"Tis I", came a yelp
from a friend O' mine..

"come in! come in" !
with a cheery little grin

"I fawted" said the wee one
I could not hold it in"
it fell out of me bottom like a bomb in the wind...

in the hall you Farted?

no ...FAWTED, he replied
in the hall, beyond the door
IT was FOUL,'o and I believe someone died.

not from a smell,
I reassured this wee worry one,
but he insisted this FAWT
was his fault, quote/ verbatum.

"Oh sit down, you silly-willy wee
I cannot smell a thing"-
certainly a stank like that would round the corner and bend,
into the room, follow and flop fall and descend,
so soon to end, yet little did I know that so
the powerful scent would soon strike again...

when suddenly, an ODOR, nearly knocked me OVER
Foward and Back-
I lept off my chair and said "WHOA- What's that!?"

"my fawt", said wee.
...it blew a hole into the chair,
not quite the first, but this mighty old burst
smacked my nostrils into a Raging Flaire..


first a little P-U then, what did you do,
then escalation to "WOOOOF!" you poofed!
that is a serious stink!
-don't you think?
then I went to look at wee,
a tiny little fellow, a friend of me;
who now begged my mercy to help him escape.
My LAWD, Mr. Wee, what in the hell did you eat?
and as to help you run?
forget this! request denied-" I can't breathe!"

I knocked out- locked little weee him in-
and behind my own door
It was I WHO ran,
holding in all my oxygen,
This is a sign, some fawts are best not to battle,
but
better to get away and RUN! end I!

-a Lesson learned by Mr. Wee and the Professor, tis true!
if "number 3" I presume
was the answer to a mystery or clue-
I pray never to learn the power of,
neither number 1 nor number 2!

*finito*

now in here,
I do keep,
a little silly satire,
and one poem devoted to the infamous "Beep"..
anything cute, funny or worth one grin,
if you knock*knock*a knockin
come right in.
some may be shockin,
I can't tell you what, opening invites,
watch your step, as corny is my humble twin.

(brought to you by my self-contained sponsor;Op spot.
or, the pot that held the very first giggle.)

big fat smiles!