marylou&pierre

THE KAZOOZ

This Is A Very Short, Fictitious Story About The Kazoo Family.  It Would Make A Good Bluish-Jazzy Madrigal, Sung To Music In The Style Of Some Classic Modern Melodies, Like Duke Ellington’s “Blue Satin Doll,” Or Dave Brubeck’s “Take Five.”

By Izzy Ess Of Goofiness

Pierre Kazoo just knew that women would adore his curly hair and deep blue eyes, because his mother, Joyce Kazoo, had told him so.  His mother’s friend, a Marylou de Xanadu, came over frequently to kiss him and to hold him tenderly.  This Marylou was twenty-two; Pierre was two.  She liked to bathe him.  She’d rub his derriere and tiny wee-wee with enthusiasm and would powder him with scented talcum powder ere she put on his big bulky diaper, eh?  When Pierre turned seventeen, our Marylou was thirty-nine and she bathed our Pierre with even greater tenderness, enthusiasm and élan.  She liked to get undressed completely and to crawl inside the tub with her Pierre.  She requested that he soap her private parts while she soaped his.  Ms. Marylou had shown him how to soap her inner private parts by introducing his large soapy manhood deep inside her honeypot.

Pierre expected all his girlfriends to just lead him to the tub and scrub his private parts and let him scrub their private parts and let him use his soapy manhood to just scrub their lubricated honeypots.  The girls did think him cuckoo, but they tried it, nonetheless.  They rather liked it, glad or blue, eh?  By the time Pierre Kazoo was twenty-two, our Marylou de Xanadu was forty-two, the same age as Pierre’s blue mother, Joyce Kazoo.  Seville Kazoo, the father of Pierre, had moved to Malibu with his own Voodoo Doll, Adele de Timbuktu, age twenty-two, when he was fifty-two.  Adele invited Marylou to come and live with her and her Pierre, to chase away her blues.  The three of them did like to bathe together and enjoyed the mutual sweet soaping of their private parts, together in Kazoo’s blue, spanking new Jacuzzi, eh?  The mewing, crooning and the cooing, goings on, were soothing and quite opportune.

Pierre supplied red, white and blue balloons from his new work-place, Moody Tunes, who soon became incorporated.  He became the chief balloon designer.  Our Pierre did marry Marylou, despite her mooning goofiness, each noon and night, when spooning was so opportune.  Both Marylou and her new room-mate, our Adele, became soon impregnated.  They consumed a tablespoon of liquid vitamins, each afternoon, in June, July and August, eh?  Adele delivered, to the crooning, mooning and ballooning group, a baby girl, while Marylou, a baby boy.  Soon after this, the women undertook to act responsibly. Two tubal interruptions were performed, successfully, so beautifully and so dutifully.

When the children were but five, they vacationed in the Blue Lagoon at Blue Moon Spa and Entertainment Park, where Loop-The-Loop became their favourite roller-coaster ride.  They collected souvenirs, including moon-stone and Blue Mountain jewellery.  The Bluish Mountain Crooners crooned for them, “Smooth Blues,” in coolest of the afternoons, while they were swooning-spooning in the Blue Lagoon.  The Kazoo group sang blues and harmonized and called themselves the Krooning Kazooz Moodeze Blues.  They cooked moo goo “guy” pan on their own bluish, Jewish BBQ.

In view of running out of blue goose rhymes, I must be ghoulish and too foolish as befits a Jewish mule and tuile a piece that says

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

January 8, 2014