The Life and Times of Poodlepuff

Lumpy Laundry Lover

Lumpy the sack-doll trundled down the tartan streets, whistling a silly tune through the seam of his sack-face. He tipped his sock-hat to those he saw, and bid them a Good-Laundry-Day. They in turn blessed his cotton socks, until it he came to Phhhlbrt, the donkey, where the party would be.

There he met Poodlepuff and Poodleyeti tip-toeing under a sweet teetering stack. A twelve-tier tower decorated with with ten types of tulip, with a brilliant balance of banana and strawberry hidden beneath.

'What is ze time, mon ami?" whispered Poodle before Lumpy could say Good-Laundry-Day.

'Laundry-Time,' replied the Sack, showing the chef his watch which read just that. From dusk till dawn and dawn till dusk, 'twas always Laundry Time for Lumpy.

There came a gasp from Poodle, 'Pots and Pans, Yeti! I must be late for ze party!'

'Oh really? I'm early. It ought to start when the hand points to my Laundry's n, but now it's not yet there.' said Lumpy with his head sagged to the side.

'Then we 'ave time. Do you know to where I should deliver ze dessert?'

Lumpy's head tilted to the right as he raised his left arm, pointing them to a table, or maybe two. Without fingers, who could tell? 'Sugarcube's biscuits went that way, so yours must too.'

'Merci, Lumpy.'

'No problemo, buddy,' replied he and with a tip of his hat, he sagged on his way; to the start of a seating queue managed by none other than Frou-Frou.

He had a list and he was checking it thrice.

In the absence of music, and to pass the time, Lumpy shook his beanie-backside like a pair of maracas.

'No frivolity before the festivities!' shouted Frou-Frou with a stamp of his foot.

Then he was bowled over by a bump of boisterous Bonnie's rump as she boogied and bobbed by.

'You're not on the list!' Frou-Frou said with a cry.

'There's no holding her back from a banquet,' said Frou-Ba-Lou.

'We'll be a chair short now, too,' fretted Frou-Nou.

But there was nothing the Frous could do as the rest of the queue sped through.

'Good Laundry day to you," Lumpy said to Frou-Frou as he quickly moved up the queue.

'And you,' he said to Ba-Lou,

'and you,' to Sha-Bou,

'and you,' to Frou-Nou,

'and you, too,' to Frou-Ca-Chou.

At last he added, 'Cha-cha-cha,' with a shimmy and a shake.

And that was that.

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OPINION TIME

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For readers of the previous version particularly, but all answers welcome: How do you feel about the new writing style? Is it too much style over substance? Do you prefer this way or the old one?

Any other comments on the style so far?

Is the plot ~enough~ to keep you reading? (Because holy heck it's hard to write a lot with all the rhyme and what not)

All comments welcome to help get this going in the right direction!

The plan is to hopefully have enough Poodlestories to have a release soon after Revolting Rose so I can go places with a stall and sell assorted things with these characters on them. I figure this bunch have a bit more general appeal to folk that just want a cute t-shirt or tote.