Nyuk!Nyuk!Nyuk!
Nyuk! Nyuk! Nyuk!Nyuk! Nyuk! Nyuk!...
Comedic gagged junk.
Pranks set before the camera...
By Three,or four,or five,or six stooges,or even one stooge?
They may have used makeup for the stage,but alas,no rouge....
No Godziila related monster was not there,not even Rodan,or Gamorah.
I can still see or hear the banter"Oh Soitenly!"
In my brainy Manor.
Fingers poking to eyes,both blocked....
An iron laid en pair of pants,smoking near hole riddled socks.
Was the iron left on....
Was there side splitting laughter,once a time,upon?
Them stooges all,all dead for sure....
They were Our youngest mind's,saddening,killing cure.
Sporting a mop topped mixing bowl hair cut...
Would be Moe,always mad and skinny and short,showing no gut.
One other would be Larry...
Who had a face,that would to even His mother,seem rather scary.
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