Otary Tastes Putrid, Yam Was Green. Odes Up And O
Otary tastes putrid, yam was green.
Odes up and on; stare we.
Rats nod. Nap used one-erg saw.
(May dirt upset satyr?)
T. Eliot, top bard, notes putrid tang emanating, is sad.
I'd assign it a name: gant dirt upset on drab pot toile...
Punny Potatoes We all know that potatoes have eyes.
Well, Mr. and Mrs. Potato only have eyes for each other....
May a moody baby doom a yam?
The Story Of Yam: You know that all potatoes have eyes.
Well, Mr. and Mrs. Potato had eyes for each other and they finally got married and had a little one, a real sweet Potato, whom they called 'Yam....
Writing Contest FROM AN ACTUAL NEWSPAPER CONTEST WHERE ENTRANTS AGE 4 TO 15 WERE ASKED TO IMITATE "DEEP THOUGHTS BY JACK HANDEY
My young brother asked me what happens after we die....
LIFE IN THE SLAW LANE by Kip Adotta It was Cucumber the Fi
Summer was over. I had just spinached a long day and I was busheled....
Just another one of Derek's lab rats. :-)
The Wizard of Zone Once upon a time in Depression-era Kansas there was a little black boy named Zachary X (pronounced "ex" not "ten") who lived on a farm.
He was an orphan, a cheap device to garner your sympathy....
Because I'm a man... ** Because I'm a man, when I lock my keys in the ca
I will fiddle with a wire clothes hanger and ignore your suggestions that we call a road service until long after hypothermia has set in....