Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer made a very tasty snack
Oh how the T- Rex loved him, though Rudy didn’t love him back
All of the other reindeer fled in panic and dismay
They would be snacks for T-Rex on some other holiday
‘The day was brightening all about them as if a pink lamp had been given more wick.’
Ray takes a turn at describing dawn and does quite well, I must say.
‘Shake it off, kid. You can’t expect deodorant commercials to just fall in your lap.’
When the play, Peter Pan, debuted in 1904 London, the actor playing the dual roles of Mr. Darling/Captain Hook was Gerald du Maurier. His daughter Daphne would be born in 1907. Bonus speculation: Alfred Hitchcock, who later built a movie, ‘The Birds’, on Daphne’s Cornwall blueprint, was a 5 year old Londoner in 1904. Was he taken to see Peter Pan? And if not, why not? Such queries as these make up a substantial part of the loon’s mind clutter.
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In a kingdom as peaceful as can be expected there resided a pair of rude princesses. Their similarities were so striking that there was only one way to tell them apart. Both were rude and nasty. However, Bess was rude, nasty and unkempt. Tess was rude, nasty and kempt. Their shared rudeness and nastiness was such that the both of them were left entirely to their own devices. And pretty fine devices they were. Each had a castle, a garden with a candy machine, flying ponies, and enough jewels and gowns to surround a hippopotamus. Every day at noon Tess and Bess would hurry to the topmost balconies of their respective castle towers and hurl insults at each other for a most satisfactory hour, Bess, her hair in a tangle and her frock in disarray, Tess, neatly coiffed, gowned and shod. They lived thusly until one day when they were elderly crones, Bess tripped over her loose shoelaces and drowned in a pool of her own chocolate drool. Tess, eyesight and earhear weak with age, continued her balcony shouting visits for as long as she was alive, which was oddly long, I have to say.
Remember when the magic penguins bearing gifts in their hot air balloon descended unto the manger and were greeted by the tiny happy snowman in the blue hat?
‘Don’t tell me what I’m doing, I don’t want to know.’
Well, yes, yes, and yes. And thanks for the peacock in the snow and lots of other stuff.
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