A Flee and a Fly in a flue? Just what I supposed

A Flee and a Fly in a flue? Just what I supposed to do with a Flee and a Fly in a flue. But then suddenly I knew just what I could do with a Flee and a Fly in a flue. Do You?

A flea and a fly in a flue is useless unless you have a pea in a pie filled with glue. If you have a flea and a fly in a flue, and a pea in a pie filled with glue, you can

a flu. Then I decided to eat out Nancy Reagan. Nothing like aged mutton in warm mayonnaise, especially when she wears the baggy panties. It's like eating jerky wrapped in wool

with crusty, stale Miracle Whip. Muff diving Reagan was like chewing old tobacco on a cat's tongue from a vomity cat. Like a moldy raisin you're not sure is a raisin in Schmucker's

Apple Raisin Walnut pie.When I finished my Ad pitch,the Schmucker's board greeted with stony silence. Our CEO gave me that "You F*ck up,your fired" look,but I was free. No more BS

marketing strategies, and branding campaigns targeted at tweens. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a speech I had written for this moment...it was more of a poem:

"Whither to tarry in contents so varied to exploit the inconsolable tween, I recommend surely to place someone burly, who is shirtless, muscled, and clean." The Haiku response was

"Prose is out of touch/And sounds like a bunch of crap/Don't quit your day job". I was offended. Whoever wrote that mean-spirited haiku had corrupted the art form. I responded with

"I am Poem King / Bow before me or perish / Now you've done it. Die!" I haven't confirmed the identity of my criticizer yet but when I do, it's curtains. Curtains I tell you!!