“I wish you didn’t smell so… so… interesting.”
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
Rover’s loyalty faltered when his master bought cats.
He ran her ragged with his indecisive requests.
The movie’s happy ending didn’t mirror his life.
He forged a sword from whisks and spoons.
Just like that she turned into Crankasaurus Rex.
Heaps of cow poop outlined their “technology corridor.”
The boy stayed awake, but heard no jingle.
Losing his arm hurt more than losing her.
He reddened at the mention of her name.
When he palmed the coin, the dragon appeared.
He disappeared from both her life and affection.
He couldn’t show he was right, only wrong.
The unicorn ignored the very self-proclaimed virgin princess.
“Hey, Bahama Mama, wanna comma with me?” “Nope.”
The iceberg’s voyage ended with a titanic ship.
The invulnerable superhero team dissolved over pizza toppings.
His smell often precipitated her cute nose crinkle.
The spaceship landed in New Jersey only once.
The ship docked at Confusion then at Insanity.