Sorry I screwed up that Suessical poem. I

Sorry I screwed up that Suessical poem. I was tired & hot & yes, should well have kno-wn. My head hung in shame at this most grievous fuckup, when I heard the faint sound of the

micro-elves dancing on my rooftop. "Oh, not again," I agonized. Pulling my ladder from the garage, I paused at the doorway. This time, it had to be permanent. In the basement were

some cartons of freeze dried pixies. I added warm water & once reconstituted, explained they had to kill the elves on my roof. They consulted in a huddle & told me they needed tiny

boyshorts, a jumbo fluffernutter sandwich & 8 quaaludes. "Are you sure we're on the same page here?" I asked the pixies. "Look" the leader said "do you want Elvis dead or not?" "No

secret jelly recipe! Then they will be able to activate the portal to the nether world!" The Pixie leader held his staff aloft and shouted, "Charge! don't let them

Be misunderstood. Three headed horses are now commonplace." Frank Black and his musical buddies were celebrating 30 years together. The monkey had gone to heaven and returned.

He was a king now. King Monkey. The Heavenly Emperor had revealed to him that he had always been a king. It was only illusion that had made him live in the mud for so many years.

well, that and an acute lack of ambition. But now he was King Monkey and all those that had spat on him before would now pay! He rode his golden horse from home to home, demanding

Bananas and potatoes. He killed everyone who didnt gave him the potatoes.