When this tree fell, I wasn’t there to see it.
Wonder if it made a sound.

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHH

The kettle can wait.

Yolk! This shouldn’t be egged on.

It comes in a yellow plastic can. People drink it.

Where dryads tread the fairly fields, and then..

Sometimes I scream for no apparent reason. It feels good.

There once was a man named McNameter
Who was blessed with both length and diameter
But it wasn’t his size
That was a surprise
‘Twas his rhythm: iambic pentameter