Toodles' culinary habits
A little R'n R
Toodles lives in a high crime area.
Taking logic seriously.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
while I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“Tis some salesman,” I did mutter,
“Only this and nothing more.”
“Perhaps if I feign a slumber,
he will cease his rhythmic number,
number on my chamber door.”
And so I let out such a sign of slumber,
such a sign of slumber no man of honor could ignore,
for out of my wide nostrils, I produced a snore.
“Surely, that, no man of honor could ignore.”
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