MEET THE BRUDDITORS
The Good Ship MuddyUm Goes Bro
These are some guys who’re fun to know

No, don’t roll over, Dr. Seuss! You’re still the best since Mother Goose.
Introducing Quasimodo/Baskerville —
Our ship and crew were female-run Until the Captain gave a gun To Quasi of the modo brand.

He is a flighty guy, you know; He shed that old skin months ago And now is known as Baskerville Old Face. A type of font. He’s BOF, Which now we will pronounce like OFF.
Rooster among the hens and chicks, Well known for how he gets his kicks, In dress of red BOF fits right in — BOF feels secure within his skin. He toots his horn of baritone And for great brevity is known.
What more about him may I say? Why, lots — but I don’t have all day. Two male recruits have joined our band.
Then That Newer Guy
Rodwin, a Salty Brudditor, Sez his first meeting was a blur. A spot of notional quicksand.

Rodwin committed to a year. He led us in a loud Bronx cheer, Then of our grog he took a swill or two. Then swore an oath; i.e.: I’ll work with dryer lint for fee.¹
A bit conflicted by his Yes, But adamant about NO DRESS, He’s kicking ass and taking names And Mobile Legends is his game. A monster wave of manly T Is what he may or may not be.
That Rodwin really knows his ass from his colon, and has big brass spheres of writing. Along with sand.
And The Newest Guy
What is Chapin’s superpower? What purpose will he serve in our Triumvirate of prostate glands?

His T is clearly Rex, but no! That leads to where I dare not go, Lest I offend. I’m trying still To drag things in. Hey! What’s the odds? Dinos and chickens² — theropods. We know G plays accordion. He’ll cut editing knots gordian?☠️ umm — He loves all things Edwardian?
Not as far as I can tell. Edwardian bros sometimes wore Nehru jackets and cuddled up³ in pictures. Way to derail my train of thought, Gary. Moving on.
I like to look things up, and he Pairs “big words” with absurdity — Thank you for that! But what means “phwaw”? It made me drop my jaw in awe! But “disquisition” is my friend, And yours. Mayhap we’ll set a trend?
What more to Gary shall I say? And BOF, and Andrew? Namaste. Wait till you hear what they have planned.
And, Dr. Seuss? Meet Otto Phil. You’ll like him! I just know you will. That’s all for Brudditoria! Alas, I have no more for ya. For now.
¹ Nice clean dryer lint, huh? I’m jealous, Andrew! Cap’n Susan pays me in dirty dust bunnies. Life is not fair.
² Read those, and you’ll never think about chickens in the same way again. To Beatrice: don’t read this one. It’s how Mr. Chapin and I first met.
☠️ We can but hope. But that line has too many syllables.
³ Source: Bosom Buddies from AoM.

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