She heard a wail between her legs.She had given birth.She had no idea what caused it but it was very intriguing.He was human.And it was so simple.
His lies were enough to make sackcloth pleat.
He was a born denier.He could fake any commotion and lie with emotion
He was an actor,you see.Or not
Why not break the maths off and leave the arrest to me? It doesn’t make sins!
How about some data? We could correlate.Or is it co-relate?
Don’t tease the hens.They are laid up already
She made her step black with boot polish so the carpets have foot prints.Very a la mode.But what a mood she was in.He meted out her punishment.A cup of tea!Next time paint it, he said.There’s no next time she said as she ran away with the postman.And the tea
Take care of your rioting? No,take the cat for the ironing.But why? Because he’s bored stiff and lying flat.
How about a bike pump?That will do the trick and get him rowing .but there’s no water.Well have an argument then
To make me alive is not my job.I’ll take it from there.
Stroke the cat strongly weekly or weakly daily.
Fake it from me.I love you with all my parts.Eros had darts.
Take it to the gimlet or is it the hamlet? For sighing out proud,ask someone. Is Shakespeare here? If not,take Ben Johnson.
How my heart sings 