Post #11208 by Sabu The Coconut Boy on Thu, Oct 17, 2002 2:26 AM

Now that Bax has gone to sleep,
It's time for Coconut Boy to creep,
Over his wall, and through his yard
On stealthy toes, while trying hard,
to avoid his pesky raccoon traps
While Baxy snores and Baxy naps,

Time to put back all the tikis
He borrowed sometime late last week, he's
worried that Baxdog soon will miss them,
When he makes his Friday rounds to kiss them,
As he does each Friday night like clockwork,
I've never seen anyone but Mr. Spock work
So hard to keep a sober face,
But on Friday nights, (after Will And Grace),
He takes a break, walks outside
Sees his tikis, gets misty-eyed,
And tenderly bestows his kissage
upon each primal wooden visage,
Then he goes inside and hugs,
every one of his tiki mugs.

But Sabu, he not really worried,
Because he carefully made sure he'd
Replaced each tiki that he'd stolen
With a lifesize bust of Gena Nolin
And Bax, so busy writing poems,
Could care less if they were Garden Gnomes
And while he and Bong play Dr. Suesses
Less and less cooked, Sabu's goose is,

And now the tikis, all replaced
Have left Sabu's crime quite untraced
And now with clear, and guilt-free heart he,
Looks forward to Baxdog's killer party.