Never spray dye

As I read  the newspaper I had one eye on the clock and the other one on the cooker

I roll my eyes in desperation but I could see no way out of my head

His eyes were like knives and evens his remarks were cutting

His nose was completely blocked. Have you lost your marbles, I asked him politely?

If looks could kill we would all be dead

I walked across the red carpet as his eyes

struck me a glancing blow.

We all need rhymes in the back of our head

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