One day I was walking down the street and

One day I was walking down the street and I felt something reach up and grab my leg. I looked down to startled to see what it was and it was a....

masked booby waddling beside me. It had nipped at my pants leg with its pointy yellow beak. "How strange," I muttered. It flapped its wings and whistled in response.

"Straaaange! Straaaaange!" the masked booby squawed right before it poked my eyes out. I fell to the ground, writhing in pain, feeling blood pour from my eye sockets. I could hear

my evil beloved laughing in the tomb under me. This evil had unfolded upon me like the wings of a bat. Her sinful revenge was just beginning. Bloody and blind I crawled hoping

that somebody, somewhere could hear my screams. Her stilettos clicked behind me, red heels masking knives. She was a girl you'd like to have on your side. She wasn't on mine. I had

s were heard by talent scout Chico Rico dressed incognito in a tuxedo as Danny Devito, his offer muy simpatico: Why not A risque cameo as Euridice? I was no castrato yet, but

my vibrato was fantástico. So no longer in limbo I climbed in the lime green limo. I signed a contract with Jimbo. "Dimelo," asked a fellow singer who played the cello. "Why have

Mellow Yellow when you can have lime green Jello?” “My Dear Fellow,” cried the singer with the cello, “Some bellow and say hello, but I just sigh, don’t ask me why, don’t even try

Mister Sly McFly. Like you, I was once in a funk with no lunk in my bunk. That stunk. But life got better & sometimes wetter. I lived by the letter & made through to fair weather.