the champagne gummies will not
save you, though it is the season
of candy. it is also a time of rot,
as you know. better not tease in
the sweets too hard since they’re
so rough on the teeth. just begin
to keep your eyes on the air
in front of you. perhaps you
see a ghost and your teeth begin to chatter?
the last thing we’d want is those whites to shatter.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
“What,” the young, scarred and scabbed Scib said, “did Mr. Pin calm him – Bixson-” And Balkey closed the gap as soon as the word left the...
Tell him Coral has finally gone sour and the Pin is as crooked as we all thought,” fryed Balkey and eyed the straight and tall, the...