There was The Photon, going out to
get his hair cut. He wanted it made nice
and short. His head had a lot of
dandruff. His life sure was rough. He is
just a duff duff. He sprinkles loose
skin all over the place. All over the
Space. All over his Face. Anyone’s Face. And all without any Grace. His Life was such a Race. Or is that Lost In Mace?
He had to zero rest his mass and
zero his electric charge. That caused
him to virtually particle-antiparticle pairs, electrons and also positrons. The Photon’s particles vanished, and their
mass converts entered entirely into pure energy, such as gamma-ray light and
heat.
While that was going on The Dog decided to Moes in order to get his
neighbors’ grass cut. His Larry was
Hairy. His Curly hadn’t got no Curly
Hair. The Dog’s Hair sure looked Moed Down. And His life goes
glow. As long as his lice do grow. And people call him Moe Moe Moe. As usual he botched everyday jobs through his
pure physical slapstick. Those blue-collar workers liked plumbing, window washing,
carpentering, or even riveting. He made
his flying tools a collateral damage using his usual fierce arguments. “I am Trying
to run a catering business, deliver packages, or exterminate pests with
absolute zero success. All you tell me
is ‘Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!’ and ‘Woo-woo-woo.’” Then Moe threatened "I'll moiderize
ya!" or "Spread out!", his friend Larry bewildered many calls with
"Hey, Moe!" and "I'm trying to think, but nuttin' happens!"
Finally, The Photon Shared what he
does with his Hairs. And The Dog Showed
that he’s one of the Moes. The Photon
neutronly and atomly fudged together the shapes of his nose and something like
human ears along with his eye brows. He
felt that that way the barge fur shop worker knew how to cut his hair and shave
his beard.
The next day The Dog sniffed around
to find grass on the ground and watered on bushes and trees and fences and
chairs so he could cut the grass without the cuss of neighbors.
While that was going on, The Photon,
after endless mistakes on his own air hair fare he decided to open up his own
Hair Salon. It became one which many
called his Hair Saloon, because they had to drink a lot of beer while getting their
hairs cut. And he cut them One At A
Time. One Hair At A Time. And the Time seemed like forever. It sure was a hairy experience.
Over time The Dog began training
other kids and, eventually his neighbors, to cut their ground and straighten
the grasses that surrounded where he thought they lived.
While that was going on, The Photon
told people, “Larrry is Scary and Quite So Hairy! Hey! How Does Your Bald Head
Moe? There are so many Single Cells and
Proton Cells and they are Jumping Apes All Like A Moe.” And The Dog told him, “But Nobody Likes
Moe!” The Photon replied, “But Moes a
Pretender!” Which caused The Photon to
call him, “You think you are a Nose
Defender.” The Photon just answered,
“You Ankle Bender!”
This caused a neighbor to pop in, “
Happy are those who have not been my supper.
You two think you are each ‘Superman.’ The best you are are,
‘Supper! Man!’”
So, The Dog said, “I just sold you a
penny. You got it with a lowered cost of
One Hundred Thousand and One Hundred percent.
Here is your Dollar and Two Cents.
Does that make any sense? I only
make scents and no cents. Oh, just pay
for my Buck Head of Pop Corn.”
This got The Photon to claim, “It’s
beginning to smell a lot like a toilet’s mist.
And I’d say, ‘I’m the one who is missed.’”
The Dog then gave back, “I don’t
‘NO’ what to do when I am ‘Toed’ what to do, and I am overdue. And definitely Over You. Just realize that there’s a Toad here and
that Toad Hears as I Frog Get what I forgot.
What wat witnesses my Moths but no one acts upon what comes out of my
Mouth. You towed meese toe!”
That neighbor then went, “Do you
think you are a Salamander. Or do you
just Slam On My Matter. What is the
Matter? You Mutter Horn!”
To which The Photon said, “Keep Deep
Reep Sleep. You Just Beep! You sure are a Kreep!”
And The Dog added, “Wait for me, or
are you weight for me? I want to
know. And I don’t mean Snow. You sure are Low. You think you are Rocky. Or are you For Mica, or Four Microbes?”
The neighbor complained, “Little
recap of the week or litter remap of the weak minded.”
Then The Dog said, “You sure act
like ‘Mickey’s Long Stock King.’ This is
not ‘The War Of The Words.’ We just keep
putting up with ‘The Warm Up The Worms.’”
And The Photon agreed, “Nope, he is
just ‘The Warped Of The Weirds.’”
The Dog concluded, “That sure is
Just.”
The neighbor went home and told his
wife, “I’m alone after I offered a loan to that Loof. I feel like I fell off
the roof in their spoof.
“I wish they’d just Duel with one as
I’m doomed as they think they won and their world stays dumb once again. They were more than once against me.”
His wife calmed him, “I’ll go to bed as they go to bet. That is better me than those two. Our village is never at a loss for
weirds. They are always against us. And, of course, and not off course, for their
corpse, they continually sure are against all of us.”
He agreed, ”They do like eating
Honey so much that they sure want those bees to munch on us. I don’t want us to die from them doing their
bees tease. I want to tell them, ‘Hunger thy self, on thy shelf be bruised.’”
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