Trick or Treat
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
Moldy sugar and weevily flour, Some rancid butter at the Witching Hour.
warm oil on your back
All eyes were either on Scott’s hands or Amy’s outfit.
Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand.
“I would give you the moon, babe.
I closed my book and tossed it aside.
Jack and Jill lay on the hill
There once was a lady, hailing from the circus
Cuddles, you go first.
So, you see, I’m really quite worried about your health.
Peter wanted a smoke.
“Good man, where might I find your nearest mooring dock?