His thighs were like a
y-y-y-yelling match
and
the girdle made his throat ache like
he was drinking cheap liquors;
No
those don’t fit right, these don’t fit right.
No-one wants to see that.
Cu-cu-cute, though,
colored like warm tears.
In the alone, in the d-d-d-da-da-a-a-ark-k-k-k-k.

