Entries from July 2014 ↓

“There is not one single monster In your room,” my grandpa said, “Not one single monster alive!” And he marched me off to bed. Grandpa’s always right, you know He said, “Not one monster alive.” There’s not one monster in my room. There are four monsters, maybe five!

My brother took my coke away, He said because he had a thirst. Wonder if I should have told him That I had shaken it up first?

“You don’t need a parachute to skydive.” That was my good friend’s advice. “Why wear a cumbersome parachute? Unless you plan on jumping twice.”

He learned to paint just yesterday This un-artistic friend of mine, He sought to paint the rising sun When it began to shine. The scene he picked for such as he, Could have been a bit more subtle, It seems that he has now become An artistic puddle.

“Oh, no,” he said to his little girl, “That light was red, and I drove right through!” “Well it must be all right,” she told him, “‘Cause the cop behind us did it too!”