I was born out of a train-whistle... Thistled-bird frozen out for dinner but chirped a new Ford.
Stagnant water beside the slaughter.
Time ago it seems, a guy with a tie threw a pie in the sky near a brickhouse of a field that swallowed pills.. green, blue, red, orange, purple, purple, purple, purple!
"No," he said merrily.
Merrily the cat crawled like a roach, squashed by squeaky gym shoes pinned to a bulletin board of thick-inch glasses, smoking frop all day.
All night, candlesticks-a-plenty, all rhyme, no crime, spent my last dime, ate a lime, spit out the rime, a fellow asked me for the time.
I said no sons or daughters beyond this point are leashed.
Not without a frog license of building code standard.
One thing.
Two acme.
Three grasshill.
Four floor.
Number five.
Whatever!
