Papa tore the seam out. Mama tore the hem out. Papa said to fix it. Mama said to sew it. Mama snapped a button. Papa broke a snap. Papa said to mend it. Mama said no.
Jim said, let’s form a book club. We all nodded like ninnies, not realizing, I guess that we would have to actually read. Later, Jim told Marsha to take off her top. That was when the party became unstable and the story about Jim and his awful prowess began to circulate like a fretful angel.
Just across the fence I watch a bull who has his nose up to the moist rear end of a cow chewing her cud nonchalantly with her tail straight out, pretending she isn’t a little tart, as the bull with his enormous tongue and his fleshy dripping nostrils, takes another long whiff from deep in […]
Justin MacJitterss Is a jolly good juggler Who just left his job in the circus Jerry von Jogger Is often called Junior And eats Jujubes in June with a spoon Justin and Jerry Were waiting for Jesse Jig-Jiggleson To blast them away to the moon But the blast off came early And their ship took […]
He bought her a rose It died in her hand He baked her banana cake Anaphylaxis kicked in He gave her a puppy It peed on her skirt He took her skating Her head took eight stitches He threw a pebble at her window It shattered the glass He tinkered with her engine It blew […]