A (growing) menagerie of stuffed animals And Beanie Babies

The following doth constitute

combination of fact and fiction
unfortunately not sentences
referencing overactive spousal glute
though sphincter roaring

could muscle us into ample loot
(after wife explodes open bank vault)

versus ass spire ring writer root

ting to live nsync ecologically

viz hypothetical analogous member

of indigenous people named Yakut

living in scattered settlements in northern Siberia.

Impossible mission to clear space on the bed,
when yours truly feels dead

tired, nothing does magic trick than position fathead

of mine (me noggin actually small and roundish)

with brow emblematic of being highbred,

cuz sleeping quarters

overrun By Teddy Bears And Beanie Babies.

Twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air
and I dedicate this poem

yes tis correct, if ewe bare
lee remember this mister

did formerly she-push-lee duck clear
addressed said spouse

"my little buttock blaster” endear

ring pet name applied for obvious reasons,

(her posterior end pulsates with putrid plume),

and before she begat two 'ere
rip press ably lovely daughters),

anyway thee wife I fear
to publicize contracted a benign

strain sans incurable glare

ring house cleaning malady,
(thus far no unpronounceable hair
raising name affixed

to non contagious ill, nonetheless

accursed conditioned fanatically

jumpstarting organizing unkempt apartment,
whereby to keep tear filling
misery drowning ocean
of sorrows distant at bay,
scrubbing stubborn stains

from clothes, dishes,
and gamut of hibernating
Ursine horde (née motley crue)

that come breathing alive

Nsync with Beastie Boys bay
sic City Rollers Culture Clubbing babes

upon first spring day

engrossed in this, that,

or some other sweeping floor foray
(analogously to Velveteen Rabbit)
shedding matted "faux" fur gray

winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive,

where humongous fur clumps would lay
comprising sudden empty raft

of shelf space minus a may
zing globules, oh...lemme get on track,
regarding poetic melee,
whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" née
major virus afflicting wife,

would necessitate impossible task

whereby strapping former

feisty Norwegian farm gal

in straight jacket indeed livingsocial

would be no game to play
boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say
24/7 daily challenge devious skullduggery
Smokey and the Bandits

an imp posse sub bill
outlaw gang, who lived like
Aristo curr Rats along the quay,
which unpredictable time frame

thine remaining lifetime sans wife oy vey
would frank lee zap

every last oomph of mine

if able twin door remaining with spouse,
meanwhile 'till she obliviously
plucks persistent sprouting

stranded silver follicle
tiller broad forehead resembles

a minuscule tarmac way.