"The Milky Way Brothers (5)"
After greasy eggs, sunny side up,
And long swallows from many-a-coffee cup,
The threesome started to like toddlers giggle;
Moreover, Cherish's perky jugs sparked with a jiggle;
Thus, the threesome grabbed a cold 12 pack from a gas station--
Lager that gave ode to the moose from the Canadian Nation,
And on a dirt road in mythical Oklahoma,
They caught a mild buzz, not entering a drunken coma,
But Cherish howled hungrily at the shimmering Moon--
It was waxing near full, and she was feeling the werewolf boon;
Alas, Gloin and dumb Davy pooped Twinkies--becoming overly freaked,
For in the pulsating direction of their flesh did Cherish's incisors leap,
But Gloin was agile and swift with street fight dance,
Dodging the sharp supernatural, yet Davy had no chance.
He lost a thumb digit and swaggered in the blood,
Cherish say'n: "It will regenerate if you become one with the Earth and mud."
