A lad,
his Dad
and Granddad,
lived in such a drab pad,
it could only make a nomad glad.
It had
been built by a scab,
who thought his work in fad,
but in fact only did add to an ad
for a very bad rehab.
Yet the triad from Chad,
clad with zebra-skin plaid,
were not sad,
for before them on a rock slab,
was a feast of crab, crawdad and a tad of shad.
With a gluttonous dab and stab
which, no doubt did add to their flab,
they merrily did gab and blab.
Until, like some cad gone quite mad,
the youngest called Brad,
with a twitch of an AB,
and a grab of his gonad
made this impulsive verbal jab:
"My doodad is soooo rad,
egad,
it makes me feel absolutely fab!"