A wrinkly wink some questions to bother a whistle and twist. Forshame or forsooth so borrowing lender hands in all the pockets we have no bananas without systemic insecticides fungicides or yellow dye number 9. Pugilistic misadventures I envision a big stick and a mud puddle and a body meets a body comin through the rye. Somewhere while wild she laughs like champagne and he rolls marble eyes, a tisket a tasket a brown and yellow basket got no chewin gum. Tie those ribbons red ribbons bloody bright red ribbons smack around the mulberry bush and the littlest one said roll over roll over. The roads to the Western Land are treacherous like a cracked crock, a drill bit, a wolf in sheep's clothing. The cannibal king loved the gypsy queen and the man in the moon sprinkled pixie dust on a finch's tailfeathers. It won't hurt a bit especially if it kills you. A cross-hair mark on the memory, bite your tongue, is it bile or blood or just last night's pizza. What wickedness lurks beneath fingernails like bitterness in butterfly kisses. That buckskin horse with golden eyes trampled me fifteen years ago.