(This is too much fun.) Thanks, Anne.
The Bungle-de-Bungler arose from his sleep,
washed all of his whiskers, and drove — Beep, beep, beep –
to the Soda Pop Diner where he loved to eat.
“The special today is our Chick-Chuckle Meat,”
announced Sarah Selling , the waitress in red,
white and blue. “You’ve come right from your bed,”
Sarah said, “and I think that I have just the thing.
Wait here, Bung-de-Bungler, and soon I will bring
you a large cup of coffee with piles of whipped cream.
Ah, there,” Sarah cooed, her face with a gleam.
“Drink more, Bungle-Bungler and fill up your tum.”
But Bunglee said, “Sarah, please, NO! I want rum!”