That’s her back story.
They’re really good at catching flies.
All the sailors were marooned.
I thought it was a crash course.
She tells the bartender, “Put it on my bill.”
Because she has a green thumb.
Obviously. Buildings can’t jump.
Then it becomes a soap opera.
An animal that’s in a baaaaad mooood.
But geometry? That’s where I draw the line.
A boa constructor.
(because people who make crossword puzzles are called constructors! the more you know!)
A labracadabrador.
So I packed up my stuff and right.
A can’t opener.
Poor thing really needed some space.
GRAAAAAAAINS
Whittle by whittle.
He doesn’t want to be spotted.
To say hello from the other side.