There are tomatoes in grandpa’s garden
He guards these red fruits like a jail warden...
This is a thing that I can't have
The delicacy for those eternal hosts...
A scuffle of hooves thundered up the path
t'was Sinderella from the Shire of Bath...
Shall I carry thee to the car to sit?
Thou art heavy and thou weigh mine wrists down...
I knew it was going to go wrong,
I knew if I indulged I would suffer...
lapping your lower lip brings
overwhelming joy to me...
Piranha like pains spread
Inside like hard rain...
Catch the falling glass
to discover who I am...
You are a little mud thief
The worse of any kind...
Hoofs swiftly racing, a carriage now approaching
The coachman drenched in beard...
Alone within the darkness,
Surrounded by those walls...
Mary had a little lamb
She thought he was so silly...