The medication is not working sang the general who belonged to the military and was a commando of nothing.
Suddenly, a black swan appeared and began to beat around the bush and demand questions of everything that couldn’t be explained.
As the temperature dropped the general put his hands up, and said: it’s not me, I didn’t do it; I am not one of them.
For nothing at this, the mummy’s dog took up the violin and broke it over where we shall never be free, and then took out a squint and popped it into the quiver of it all, until there was nothing left.
And then someone called the police.
I refuse to blow my brains out about this or anything else you can tell me, sang the gypsies along the suicide road.
And, I want you to be number 5 to me tonight, said the songstress calling from the bushes where the mind was not perfect.
The mummy’s dog was not happy about any of it and howled at the moon where the devil’s pact is made to raise the dead to crawl out of their graves.
And then I was running for my life, pursued by the mummy’s dog yapping at my legs as I ran away.
The pretty picture is from Pixabay
