quiddity

Far away, on yonder couch, sat a monkey with a pouch.
He’d snort and growl and give a hoot, then kick the biscuits with a boot.
Back here at home, all safe and sound, I’m spouting nonsense like a clown
Who’s lost his nose in crates of sauce, and lost his rhyming santa claus.
I make no sense (of that I’m sure), but I assure you, I am pure,
free of scary and obscene, my mouth is sewn, my hands are clean.
So after six more lines of crap, an owl fell into my lap.
where did it come from? I don’t know. But gosh, its beak was filled with snow!
It puked the snow onto my feet, then grinned at me (oh yeah, that’s sweet…)
and from the snow out popped a note - folded like a paper boat.
It read “dear author, greatest pal, I humbly write to wish you well.
but after twelve more lines, oh please, PLEASE make the madness cease!”

So I shall stop, for readers sake, just two more lines, and then I’ll break.
Remember that moose make great pets, and ketchup never EVER forgets.