You dasn’t dare pick the pink etheria
Its enveloping aura can cause hysteria
So be off as fast as your legs can carry ya
Or we’ll be stuck with the task of having to bury ya
If you see something as gaudy as this, resist the urge to lean down for a closer look. Should you do so, I fear for your face. For you see, lurking under that happy facade of floral fakery is Brutal Slime, the face-eating triffid, a plant shunned with very good reason by all other triffidia.
Loon: So, the Lords of the 4th Dimension have seen fit to deliver another olden days ghost I’ve never even heard of. I’ll do my best to ask 3 good questions. I see by your outfit, Charlotte Bronte, that you aren’t a cowboy. Just a little joke. Seriously though, am I right in assuming that you never wrestled professionally?
Charlotte Bronte’s ghost: Only with my conscience, sir.
Loon: Let me write that down. Only…with…your…conscience. Now, another question. If you could be any kind of tree, what tree would you be?
Charlotte Bronte’s ghost: A stalwart oak.
Loon: A…stalwart…oak. Very good. Now we’re getting somewhere. Finally, if you had to choose between running barefoot across an icy glade or dancing barefoot down a substantial length of hot coals, which would you choose?
Charlotte Bronte’s ghost: (blushes, disappears)
Loon: Wait! What the? I was…
His blued feet out of turnedup trousers slapped the clammy sand, a dull brick muffler strangling his unshaven neck.
Folks, that’s what a fragment of genius looks like all wrote down particular.
Carole, in addition to being fun and funny, was a really good:
a. speller.
b. spelunker.
c. pirate.
d. taxidermist.
e. loan officer.
Art is a conscious attempt to communicate beyond words.
a – Yes
b – No
c – Huh?
THE DARK DAYS OF YESTERNOON
A Quarto in 3 Acts
Part 1: The Mohawk Invasion
Part 3: Desperation in Quicksand
POSTSCRIPT – The Crawling Beeves Lament
Exit Music – The Mambo King’s Apothecary
Reentry Music – Mud Spatter
Part 2 – The Empty Quill
Frozen yogurt – Yes
The Pride of the Mounties saddled up and rode directly into the heart of Macy’s. Dismounting in Housewares, The Pride queried the nearest associate, a fetching lemur who was, in fact, in the act of fetching a boxed set of china from the stockroom. Following the unsuccessful querying, The Pride swung into the saddle and cantered toward Men’s Shoes, knocking over a display of wine glasses on the way. Certain aliens trod on the broken stemware and bled blue from their suction discs. The Pride of the Mounties purchased 2 pairs of sandals for his steed and rode off in triumph. He spent the balance of the day balancing on one foot while standing on the saddled back of his faithful rhinoceros.
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