
The Upper Crusted and Crested Newt
Is the epitome of ghastly cute
He wears a ruff
Partakes of snuff
And turns sideways through doorways when playing the flute.
(We’re snowed in and beginning to suffer from cabin fever hence the awful poem. It’s been like this for literally hours now.)


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There was a young man with a lever
Whose love for a newt gave him fever
So he tore off his ruff
Took a great sniff of snuff
And said, I’d do better with beaver.
That’s slightly dubious isn’t it darling. Oh, it’s the cabin fever metaphor …. of course.
The best thing to do when snowed in? Clean the pantry! Organize things! Re-arrange furniture! And rearranging the furniture at night, while your partner is sleeping is even MORE entertaining… but could result in injuries to both parties.
Please don’t give Lo, the terrible Goddess ideas. Thank you.
DF, I’m going to try that out. Sounds fun
Just trying to be helpful!
Oh poo …
There was a young man with a ruff
In love with a newt who took snuff
He said, This is stupid
I blame it on Cupid,
And ran off to sea in a huff.
Awarded the DP Approval award – a much desired accolade BTW.