Three steps from the hearth.
Two eyes fixed on stockings hung.
One small heart, pounding.
Laundry day, again.
Down the stairs with sack in hand
Naked as a babe.
Credit cards galore!
What? My interest rates have changed?
Time to eBay stuff.
Former CEO
Stands before me saying thus:
"You want fries with that?"
People of WalMart
Rotten dot com and 4chan
Pass the eyebleach, please.
Dancing bologna
Slowing my computer down
Thanks a lot, Hylian*
Valspeak grates on me.
Like, "fer sure," and all that junk
Gag me with a spoon
Woman from Venus
Joined up with this man from Mars
Orbiting the son
Floored with great effort
Soft, sheer curtains brush deep pile.
High quality shag
Finger on the nub
Flicking hard and fast, then still.
Dude, your mouse wheel's broke.
--Patrick
*I always count a dipthong as a single syllable.