It’s noon and you’re still in pajamas?
What the heck will I tell all the llamas?
You set a sorry example
when you continue to trample
rules for sleepwear made in the Bahamas.
You’re wearing a coat made of poodles?
Slapping gophers with undercooked noodles?
I’d call the police,
but the Chief is your niece
and her cats are named Kit and Kaboodles.
