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[ When Harry Met Butters ] Whatever Butters Your Popcorn
Working the popcorn popper
her fluffy pee-jays on, popping
prepping for evening's non-stopping
creature feature marathon
when she hears the doorbell ringing
---answers in expectation of being
trick-or-treated and instead is greeted
by Harry with his trenchcoat open wide
and singing
more so shouting in his drunken outing,
Happy Halloweeeeen-ie!
May I come inside?
I brought a delicious sack o nut filled canny
for my lovely bride hic soon to be!
Oh, pants ... not this shit again
Published 28th Feb 2016
| Edited 30th Jul 2020
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28th Feb 2016 8:17pm
Really fun write Johnny! I see that Harry's up to his old tricks and will doubtless get the treat he deserves. Those creature features can wait.
29th Feb 2016 5:57am
Aaaugh! Kick him in the balls! This has really good rhythm and timing which for the instant pull-you-in painting to the wearisome wallowing instead of shocked reaction made for a really cool quick cartoon. Thanks for releasing this JohnnyB.
10th May 2016 11:02pm
A rap! Seriously, I really enjoy your humor - rollicking fun, tongue firmly planted in (at least one) cheek.
