by Brian McCloskey
It took a little bit to love you but a heart can’t stop. She’s gone home. It’s a lonely Saturday night; nobody calls me on the telephone. Her image had passed into his soul forever. Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. Call me disturbance. How do you titillate an ocelot? I’ve got a hat the size of Oklahoma. A bread roll is not a loaf of bread. The man who doesn’t love easily loves too much. Love loves to love love. Bill buggers his mother. The Redcoats are coming. No it’s not; it’s a hatchback. The next step is...ruination of innocent girls. The sun is not yellow, it’s chicken. A tasty dish of an all together different sort. Who’s scared of men? Pull up a chair. All very confusing really. I’d like to make a rat out of a tiger.