In the lunchroom of my employer, I'll scarf them up, then call my lawyer. Today I saw a purple cow. The sight was most arresting. It limped away from India's Thermonuclear testing. Aborted on Monday, So you'll see no poems About Solomon Grundy.
Grecian urns suck.
They deserve not an ode. A more verse-worthy pot Is the modern commode. Please go gentle into that good night, Do not rage against the dying of the light. And I need my damn inheritance. No stranger was he to scandals.