How Clauster Got Phobic
Upon hearing a pun that my brother made.
Clauster, as he lay one night,
Within his tiny bed,
Got up to get a tiny drink,
But banged his tiny head.
He hollered for the piercing pain,
And made up quite the din.
And thus poor Phobic’s woken up,
And walks on Clauster in.
“Hey, Clauster!” cries indignant Phob’,
“Why for make all this fuss?
Your baby’s cries and madman’s howl,
Will be the death of us!”
Now Clauster’s head was small to start,
But now with this dumb dent,
Poor Clauster’s addled all his wits,
And all his reason spent.
He leaped up from his crouchy pose,
And clung to Phobic’s head,
And swore that never, never more,
Will he go back to bed.
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As for the comment, I’ll trade you your flattery for any advice you have about this blogging platform you stand on, you goof. Any sort of information you might see as beneficial to maintain a blog here.
I’m in agreement with that person before me. You should put more stuff up here. I’m sure you have a bunch of stuff sitting around somewhere, right?
Clauster kinda seems like a good name . . .
SSSA,
I’ll work on it. It isn’t for lack of desire that I haven’t.
Blogging is war; It must be fought hard and with carefully planned strategy. That’s all I have for advice.
Jennifer,
Some stuff. Don’t push me.
And yes, I began to notice that as I wrote. I think Clauster is an exceptionally accidentally especially cute name.
For a little bit I wasn’t aware of the seperation of the word so I was thinking along the lines of cereal ,but once I did realize it I definitly liked the personification.And rhythm.