The Yinch took a deep breath and made a quick vow,
"I'll show those Moos who's who and what's what - and how!
I'll key their SUVs! I'll poison their toffee!
But first I think I'll make myself some strong coffee."
The Yinch made some coffee, he thought as he sipped,
He sipped and he pondered, he quibbled and quipped,
but nothing emerged then, no plan was quite right.
But maybe a bong hit would bring fresh insight!

A bong hit! That's it! Like a loud thunder clap!
So he did a bong hit - and then took a nap.
And when he awoke, he was feeling less heady
He said to himself, "Ah, yes. Now, I am ready."
He thought till he ached, and he ached till he slouched,
And soon he couldn't get up from the couch.
"I really must figure this out! Now I'm serious!"
He screamed at the ceiling. Soon he felt delirious.
His weak little stomach was tied up in knots!
He tried but he just could not focus his thoughts!
He moaned and he seethed and he gritted his teeth,
But found himself thinking about Yasmine Bleeth.

And finally, when his thoughts made him too ill
He got in his Lexus and drove to Mooville!

Sad, no? To witness such arcane rebellion!
He fancied himself a real upstart, a hellion,
A renegade who knows the world is no-fair!
(One with special needs when it comes to skin care).

The Yinch wasn't right - but please let's remember
Whose skin isn't itchy and dry in December?

Next...Rebel without a coupon!