 One Day Young Coconut Cockroach Caboodle Was Feasting On a Dead June Bug. When He Had Finished, He Wiped a Big Dribble of June Bug Juice from his Chin …
All the Sudden He Looked Up. And For the Very First Time He Saw King Chocolate Cockroach Caboodle Parading By. King Chocolate Cockroach Caboodle Was Sitting on a Throne Made from the Golden Wings of Monarch Butterflies…
The Golden Throne He was Riding, Was Being Carried Upon the Backs of One Thousand Ant Cows.
Each Ant Cow Wore a Purple Tulip and Carried a Royal Lance Made From the Shimmering Silver Cob-Webs of Black Widow Spiders.
Oh, How Nice It Must Feel to Be the Big Fat Tycoon King,” He Thought to Himself. You See, When you are the Big Fat Tycoon King, You Don’t Have to Use Your Antenna and Eight Legs to Scratch Around in the Pitchy Darkness to Dig up Some Grubby Smidgeon Morsel of Food…
Being the Big Fat Tycoon King, Meant that You Didn’t Have to Spend Endless Hours Peeling the Skin off of a Juicy Green Caterpillar, Before you Could Finally Begin to Gobble the Succulent Yellow and Green Luscious Gooeyness of its Innards.
No! The Big Fat Tycoon King, Has Hordes of Jungle Forest Creatures That Would Instantly Squirm and Scuttle-Jump to Peel Off the Caterpillar Skin For Him; Or do Anything Else that the Big Fat Tycoon King Wanted.
All that King Chocolate Cockroach Caboodle Had to Do Was Just Twitch One of His Greasy Hairs that Grew Out of One of His Infected Feelers.
Whenever He Decided to Twitch; His Every Wish, His Every Dream, and Yes Even His Every Desire, Became Every Jungle Bugs Command.
Well, Teenage Coconut Cockroach Caboodle Loved What He Saw. To Be the Big Fat Tycoon King, Would Be a Most Wonderful Life For Any Cockroach to Live.
Coconut Cockroach Caboodle’s Crusty & Nauseatingly Ugly Thorax, Began to Twitch and Throb and Even Pulsate with Jealousy Over the Life of The First Big Fat Tycoon King of the Forest; King Chocolate Cockroach Caboodle. Now Jealousy is Such a Foul and Smutty Way to Act; Even for a Cruddy Ruddy Uncouth & Crude Cockroach.
But Any Cockroach Would Be Tempted to Risk Everything to Have Such a Life; Even if it Meant Being Stepped on and Squished.
Of Course You Know, That Being Stepped on and Squished Would Mean Spending the Rest of Your Cockroach Life on Your Back, Convulsing and Twitching Your Legs into Thin Air Forever.
Now Cockroach Brains Are Pretty Stinking Small. They Only Have Two Green Slimy Corpuscles Inside Their Cockroach Noggins, That Are Able to Pulsate and Throb Thoughts and Ideas. In fact, their Brain is Not Much Bigger Then the Period at the End of this Sentence. |
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