Yeah, I knows it are sposed to be Thoroughly Poetical THURSDAY, but da momma wuz not feelin too great yesterday and lazied out on her typist duties (she are better now).
It are hard to get good help round here.
So anyways, on wif da poetry, a day late . . .
It looks like real brotherly luv
Are what dis pickshure are of
A lil kiss from your best friend
Makes a pickshure purrfect end
To a night wif lotsa play
A lick goodnight ends a day!
We know all bout brotherly luv round here, Crockett and I are always kissin each udder and givin each udder baffs.
Dere's nuffin wrong wif a lil mancat-on-mancat ackshun!
We don't care WHAT Angelique says!