Left

Don’t try again dreamer yes dance but don’t take your mope soft more real angels yes I implore store the treats for later yes I’ll be hung lost creepy why benevolent gust come between the teepee wings on the adjusters calendar geckos all along triumph same sane koala strings on top leek the tap leaving left

Stay

Give me the book I will read you a story no don’t lick my feet the gown is broken or else it would scream from the mouth only a teeter totter album closed lips open mouth no don’t stray from the plan okay salivate kingdom come don’t trust the original to keep you satisfied the taste is good so stay

Bottoms Up!

Rest easy there are no more gymnastics to come up in your spaghetti legs only a half a sandwich thank you I don’t like that smell it makes me gag but I am gung-ho to lap it up or in or over would you like a bite I know you would the popsicle is warm but it’s not melting I’m ready to eat a salad with lots of dressing yes alright I will climb into your bowl so I can see you from the bottom up

Like A What?

Come over to my house and we can play with mothers mouse my spell is green I don’t like the flavoring it’s like before hold the tube the knot the tele-tubby don’t get fooled by the game we’re all in this together it’s the intrinsic intimate pacifier and they say it’s like a nipple so is the top of the bottle they are all in a conspiracy to make it saturated

Stand Up

Let’s jump into the general discussion of when I sputter the exhaust of flames no just the fumes no maybe gas let’s go to the closed caption cereal box no that’s silly we don’t need to bend we can shoot straight up stand I mean so let’s play Henry games let’s strive for fortunate rhymes the rhythm closed in its never the same as when we’re together right we should be I know let’s stoop to poop