On Thursday, December 13, 2018 at 12:06:30 PM UTC, NancyGene wrote:
> Tiny Tim is Missing
> by Frosty
>
> Hung by the old stove with care
> dockery's old sock resides there
> and curious enough, a very short crutch
> its owner not seen anywhere.
>
> "Have you seen Tiny Tim, we're looking for him,”
> the local sheriff did ask...
>
> "Not in a while," jowls said with a smile,
> "It's just me and zod and pickles,
> watching 'A Christmas Carol'.”
>
> Into the night the fire was bright
> it was the crutch burning so true
> and to this day, most town folk do say
> "Look under the shed for Tim's last bed
> as dockery lyrics will tell, not of zorro
> prey tell, but Tim's last hours in hell."
>
> The Wee Tree of Dockery
>
> Come to the shed, Tiny Tim,
> gifts are there, to celebrate Him.
> Pickles is there and Zod as well
> on my wee tree, you can hang a bell
> and Zod will sketch you all brand new
> strong and vibrant, he'll gladly do.
>
> Pickles smacks his gums with glee
> loving little Christian boys you see
> and Dunce arrives, that canuk you know
> unwrap his gift he has something to show
> and in the end, a good time for all
> poor Tiny Tim, the wee tree had a ball.
>
> Nut 'Cracker' Street*
>
> Heading down nut 'cracker' street
> you know, where all the hobos meet
> when all good folk are tucked away
> it's now the time for jowls to play.
>
> Zod and Pickles stumble on by
> coaxed by jowls on open mic day
> 'come sing a song, the band knows them all'
> Nellie and Sandy, we'll sure have a ball.
>
> It seems Tiny Tim is the news of the day
> he went to the shed down dockery way
> pictures are posted, video too
> the sheriff has his theories eyeing a Fake Jew.
>
> So, a disappearance on nut 'cracker' street
> 'Zorro' is 'sung' without missing a beat,
> questioned in the morning, all have been called
> they'll get to the bottom of this sad story told.
>
> The Interrogation
> A partial transcript:
>
> "Mr. Pickles, when did you last see Tiny Tim?"
>
> "I am a registered, verified, circumcised Jew, you, I do not have anything
> to do with Nazis, Christians, crippled goy boys and white meat,
> except twice, that was really nice..texture and all....shalom."
>
> "And you, Mr. Zod?
>
> "Who me?"
>
> "Did you see Tiny Tim at the Dockery house?"
>
> "Was he there? I was in my cups by ten, wanna buy some art?"
>
> "Mr. Dunce?"
>
> "I have a hunch but must check my wiki, you see
> I dabble in reams of other folks words...invigorating for me
> and at times translate Mr. Zod...which is quite a job."
>
> "Anything to add, Mr. Jowls?"
>
> “I live for the poetry...I'll email some of my work,
> show you my Perky...some say it's pretty jerky
> that Perky, jealous I guess...got Zod working on a cover, Pickles
> writes to my brother, I don't talk about personal stuff
> except when the wife disappeared one fateful night,
> quite a fright."
>
> "May we see inside the shed?"
>
> "Better bring a warrant....
> "Everybody has something to hide except for me and my monkey."*
>
> "Beatles?"
>
> "Love me some Beatles in between swigs," pipes in Zod.
>
> "You're all free to go...don't leave town."
>
> "I'll never leave this town, music capital of Georgia,"
> pipes in Jowls.
>
> "You'll hear from my lawyer....,"Pickles pipes in.
>
> "Someone trolled my wiki," pipes in Dunce.
>
> Case Closed
> (That night behind the shed.)
>
> Psst....Tiny Tim, over here
> touch my cloak, we'll disappear
> into cosplay, don't you know
> I too ran from this dreadful show
> and now I dress to suit my needs
> I escaped long ago and do as I please.
>
> We'll grab a new crutch some make up too
> a pirate you'll be, they'll never find you
> and I shall prance, become your guide
> up to New York, a good place to hide
> away from my dad, pickles, and dunce
> away from that zod and all other drunks.
>
> You'll send a small note, on Twitter they'll see
> "I'm OK, just Clay and me."
>
> A Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
>
> Frosty

Is the ghost of Brother Dave in the saga?