Move, she said, flipping her broom at my feet.
Yes, said I, and complied. She is so sweet, and tidy, and neat.
Failure results when stuffing proves inadequate.
Which is why we call them dummies.
Someone noticed! Me! Ow!
I can even scare paint!
I get these all the time from Tim and Ed.
Whenever I walk around with a peacock on my head.
Stand with your back to traffic. Bleed your lizard.
Achieve standard satisfaction.
Is off today.
Shut up. Go away.
I'm happy. I'm slappy. I'm probably a dick.
How about you? Ever look like this?
Between rains, between sip and drip, the water fails.
Leaving but a few blossoms as a token of regret.