Beep. Honk. Verm. Said Old Gustie.

Smell tells of burnt brake.

I hope life ain’t so fusty.

 

The jerk of the gear made Dustie

cry like-Oh. My. Goodness sakes!

Beep. Honk. Verm. Said Old Gustie.

 

Frank fumbled for her crazy, crusty

doll as Tiny Tim slapped Big O’Blake.

I hope life ain’t so fusty.

 

And when, Gustie got a rollin’, Rusty

Bumper bounced into Peat’s Lake.

Beep. Honk. Verm. Said Old Gustie.

 

This Wild Civility has a mucky, musty

odor. We all thought we could make-

I hope life ain’t so fusty.

 

The bright, red beetle was trustee.

I guess, well, maybe trust is fake.

Beep. Honk. Verm. Said Old Gustie.

I hope life ain’t so fusty.