That didn’t please the hapless Sarge.
Was he courtmartialed, what was the charge??
I’m not quite sure, but Beetle beat it.
That’s a hard days night, for sure.
C’mon, let’s keep the rhymes pure.
( crap, I keep screwing up the rhyme) I need to take a cure.
Hold your cat; feel her warm fur.
Two are in my lap.
Keeping you from presents to wrap?
You, Sir speak the truth.
As I learned to do, back in my youth.
Can we talk?
Yes, talk that talk.
About what shall we speak?
I have secrets, we’ll have to sneak.
Ah, secrets. In whispers, we’ll communicate?
We could start a scandal and get everyone in a state;)
Beck, a made-up scandal? That’s not my style.
Oh, come on, it could be fun for awhile.
Naw, that’s just not the way I roll.