My parrot speaks many languages. He is a pollymath.
My friend took joint ownership in a grow-op, out in the Hempsteads. The place had gone to weed and needed grass, but after applying some THC–tender hearted care–it looked spliffy in no time.
Someone overturned my port-a-potty! So I pressed litigation, hiring lawyer John Flip Sues-a
I find that aldermen are too wooden.
There’s an old proverb that recommends against circumcision: Spear the rod, spoil the child.
Bending over in a prison shower calls for soaper second thought.
Those with dandruff have a certain flecks a’ peel.
Being disobeyed by a subordinate is embarrassing enough. But when someone repeatedly disobeys orders I feel more defied.
Green vegetables make me fart. We’re talkin’ kale force winds.
If you have insomnia AND writer’s block, take nigh quill.