Windy breeches, Silly toes Codpiece teachers, in mealy hose. Stretching speeches, there she blows It's amateur night at the school. Cringing students...
The spoon laid by the plate As though it was his mate But the knife faced away It had absolutely nothing to say When the food arrived and was served...
Too many days in life or are there just too few. Each day in life is different and sometimes even new, I suppose how your feeling just depends on you...
Willowing, writhing, and rouge. Were the dancers tiny shoes. Slender, slim, and brown. The legs that held her off the ground. Long, supple and strong...