by Brian McCloskey
What also floats in water? That’ll teach you to lick my muffin. During a lunar year, I have been declared invisible. It was the black tights which did it. You must exercise the gaskets. Preferably someone with breasts. It gives you the sensation of actually wearing a hat. She even cleans ceilings. Even the sea won’t forgive me. The pie is only just beginning. Who got the pearl? We were both interested in what things could do if they were the size of other things. My cubes smell. The kiss deepened as both women opened their mouths to the sensation. For a while I used to measure things. The nympho dumped her dogs and came to make trouble. And I think it’s a sausage. A town is full of buildings. You can’t tell on a giraffe. The camels only were wanting. I can correct of these potatoes. Everyone who sees you knows you are beautiful. The pencil is going in another direction. I’ve been making wine for a very long time, and now I’m going to be a dentist. He longed to see them in black stockings. Her stockings pushed around her ankles, her head thrown back. Your canoe is ready. Sweater tights are the best tights a girl can wear. It made six such steps before freezing like a shocked tortoise. And when the wombat comes he will find me gone. Why is your piano coming into my house?