by Brian McCloskey
I mixed him with two chairs and a toboggan. But it’s upsetting all the buffalo. I cannot believe you upholstered the wrong thing. Sometimes alone, sometimes with tea. I wear tights in secret but I wish I could wear them openly all the time, they look so good. What will survive of us is love. But she had certainly never heard it suggested that they were used for storing penguins. She showed me her special stitch. And he also made false teeth. I was happy with my tree. You took all the grass away and filled it with chickens. Nothing holds the attention like a squirrel in physics class. The truth is we came back as a choir. I love girls in a school uniform with tights and short skirts. It’s a woman in your room. Why am I sitting on a lizard? Romantic foreign money rubbing against the thigh with rough familiarity. Like a horse getting choked by a person with really big strong hands. I’m going to make the pig walk. That’s a terrific wing. Five mice went on a picnic. It’s time to release the baboons. Some drawing and carving of wax teeth may be required. That’s nothing but one hour of a waterfall. The doughnuts keep everyone together. Elephants don’t have keys. One by one the penguins stole my sanity. I thought the turtle might be thirsty. The box needs to be higher than his nose. Where will they put all the squirrels? Fly into my saxophone.