Okay, just got into work and found this on my desk.  It was written in 
crayon -- red and blue -- on a large green Post-It Note.  Someone has 
entirely too much time on his hands.  Hmm.  I'll have to do something 
about that!
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SEUSS'S CABOOSE
by J.D. Vaughn


Nick flew across town.  Oh yes, he flew there quite quick,
That Nicholas Knight, the most clever of dicks.
He was in a great hurry; he had places to go.
There'd been a misdeed, a big fat no-no.

"LaCroix," he did boom as he strode into the room --
LaCroix, the man responsible for his immortal soul's doom.
"It was you," Nick decreed.  "Oh, how can this be?"
But LaCroix just stood there and pee'd pee'd pee'd pee'd.

"Nicholas, please.  You can see I'm rather busy.
Nicholas, please.  You're making me quite dizzy.
I haven't been there, I haven't been near,
I haven't been anywhere other than here."

But the evidence was clear.
It was oh-so quite plain.
It had been Screed on his back,
And Vachon in great pain.

So Nick stomped and he fussed
He boo-hoo'd and he cussed.
"Don't deny the plain facts.
Don't renege on your pact."

"Nicholas, my boy.  Nicholas, please.
I brought you across to serve on your knees.
But you went away; you decided to stray;
You couldn't get used to such immoral play.

"Oh, but you're wrong," did beg and plead Nick,
While two others waited for LC and his prick.
The words of his master brought Knight great shame.
"It is I who should be screaming your name!"
He then whipped out his willie and prayed for good luck,
And the rest of the night they did fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

THE END