Monica remember where she
put her keys she
forgot to feed her
ravenous pet ocelot, Babou;
who only ate chives
and haggis, tho he
was good at catching
cheeseburgers which fell from
The open mouth of
a drunken Hamburglar, who
no longer believed in
the magic of mustard
,mustard, humankind’s best hope
to thwart the dreaded
little brown bustard that
Ketchup killer, who sought
to return overdue books
That he’d defacated on
the poor forgotten bustard,
protected only by mustard,