A butler, a misnomer. Who did it? A dragonfly. Not the Prince? No he slayed the dragon, left behind the fly. No fly flitting in the Temple. How can that be? A hornet not a bee. A WASP White Anglo-Saxon Protestant? Pretty, puttered out. Lay in the ground, down, not hoisted, a silver chain lain. No gain. Super Jane! Not a story of any glory. It's all the same. A normal happy gleeful morning, not a mourning.
Do you cook? You've been at my house for party meals? How can you ask me if I cook? You act like a schnook! A fish on a hook, a fillet, it's heyday. No meat on Friday, frying fish but no glass dish. Not to eat it then, the spoon also says Amen. Where to put it? In the fridge, never eaten a wasted gift, not a lift. Wasted? Yeah, Marijuana is now Legal. Mary Jane alive not slain. She's singing, chimes ringing.
Can you go to the store and buy me a paper shredder? Shredded squared diced carrots, coconut slivers purple and golden raisins? I like raisins too. What's your reason? It's because you like them so I do too. Your name? Joel, what's it mean? Agreeableness. Naomi? Pleasantness. Generosity? Yeah, have more on me, seconds she beckons, thirds, save some for the birds.
Waiting and waiting in a restaurant for the cheery chef. Steroids he must swallow or he cannot follow. One lick after the other, a sokol balancing act as she whips the whipping cream perfectly pours the cheeky tricky chocolate, syrupy in liquidity, sucking the red life out of silly strawberries not made from straw, Poker? It's a draw. A suck of a Tropical drink, a Kahlua n' Cream, not a solid bite to gnaw. Then creamy, ice cream. Satisfied. Don't scream.
Plenty to eat, supper's on the heat, not a bargain, a slogan: America the Beautiful. No Trespassing. The Last Supper gorged in passing. Standing eating at the kitchen sink. Please pass the rock salt, sweetie, the meat is meaty, it's about your welfare I do think.
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