The board certified gnat
conferred with the studious rat.
First they hemmed.
Then they hawed.
Oh, for hours they jawed
ignored by the mercantile cat.
1 She entered the room like balloons wrestling.
2 She entered the room. The room sighed, or was it me.
Loon: The Lords of the 4th Dimension tell me the guest for today’s 3 question interview is some fellow named Edmund Gwenn. They can’t fool me. You’re really Santa Claus, aren’t you, Mr. so called Edmund Gwenn?
Edmund Gwenn’s ghost: Of course I am.
Loon: I thought so. Tell me, Santa, can the reindeer read?
Edmund Gwenn’s ghost: Oh my, no. They have so many more important things to do.
Loon: I see. I have one final question. It’s about your sleigh. Does it have a heater?
Edmund Gwenn’s ghost: Why, there’s no need. I love the cold. It’s my element. Keeps me brisk and lively. You’ll excuse me. I must be leaving now. As you know, this is my busiest time of year. Be good. (rises through ceiling)
Loon (pleased with himself): That went well, I think.
Ned’s Mom’s biscuits were the worst. You could drive nails with ’em.
Ned Sparks’ trademark pained expression:
a. was the result of an unusual encounter with an otter.
b. was the result of plastic surgery gone awry.
c. happened whenever he thought of the biscuits his dear old mother used to make.
d. was used to mask a much more pained expression indeed.
Triffids utilize this network of innocent looking antennae to communicate with their home world.
There was a young lemming named Morris
who drank from a glass awfully porous.
His thirst wasn’t quenched, and his vest remained drenched
while he stoutly sang bass in the chorus.
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