Pokey Mickey Head

There was a man named Pokey and he loved to poke holes in paper with a switch blade made of clam chowder debris.  It was a pleasant day and Pokey ran up his father's bank account with a new activity for him, eating curds and whey with a bacon gun next to his basement window.  The basement window was open ever so slightly that Pokey could climb out after eating his curds and whey. The food tasted good and he was exiled from his father's bank account for the sum of ten million French Dinars.  I missed Pokey's birthday one year and I sent him a card asking for a present that he might enjoy if he would be so kind to give me one of the ten thousand gifts that he was given by the very Pope himself.  The Pope liked Pokey because Pokey was an enlightened one and ran a book company with books that were about the Polish Revolution against the oppression of a mad man named Pipi Paint Dancer of Paradise Lost.  Pipi was exceptional and only wanted one thing, a Poland that smelled like dirigibles and moccasin dust.  It was terrible and Pokey knew that he had to make a change.  So Pokey marched all of his French friends from Paris to Poland and declared Poland to be a beautiful place that would speak the French Language in its homes and at its gates.  Pipi however was angered and wanted a Polish Speaking Poland and Pipi fought long and hard to take his place in the jungles of Vietnam as a Classic Rock Guitarist that spoke in French but bought German Party Favors from a children's workshop on Mars.  Mars was a beautiful place but it was not enough to hold Pipi at bay.  Pipi invaded Mars and started a huge war between Mars and Poland proper.  Poland was soon elected to be a nation of useful significance and all the Poles began eating Martian Fish Sticks for dinner.  I miss my days on Mars, but it was really Pipi who beat the day when Pipi ate a new fish stick that tasted like cherries and pears and apples and honey.  It was a good fish stick and Pipi wanted to share it with his enemy, Pokey.   Pokey was not ready for this and went to church on a morning that he could visit his father who had the excellent bankroll.  Pokey just wanted a pay check of the amount of ten American Dollars and his father was glad to oblige.  So Pokey took his ten dollars American and bought a poem that was about writing daily signs to a free world about classic rock.  This was good because now Pokey had a way to defeat Pipi.  Pokey sold his poetry to the Vietnamese and the Vietnamese were glad to have it.  They played Pokey's new poem which was actually a great song much like a song by the rock band Queen.  It was a big seller and noone played the songs that Pipi wrote anymore. But Pipi was never finished,  he had a long stocking friend from Great Britain who wrote loans to malicious evil men who were ugly in their faces but really nice people when you smoked a cigar with them in paradise.  So it was that Pipi wrote to his friend who we will call Winston the Church Man who eats dinner on Sundays with a good spoon of chocolate Sabbath prayers.  I met Winston and he was a fine man.  He was indeed a pipe smoker and liked to smoke the tobacco named Dutch Cavendish. It was black as black and smelled like prayers gone wild.  I miss Winston because he is living in the realms of blessings from Mars now.  Winston was a true ally of God and he lived every day of his life in paradise.
So if you meet Pokey, ask him what it was like on Elba Island. Thanks!