Let's tell a story four words at a time (Part 1)

in a deserted garage

containing two pianos and

a very moist penguin

-shaped throw pillow, which

had a rather large

orange and yellow beak

(perfect for sipping margaritas)

or for snipping Margarita’s

luscious dark locks, which

had a combination of

Skittles and Starbursts, which

sang like Steven Tyler.

Yet, his Sweet Emotion

was classy … kinda sassy,

a bit smart-assy,

but one sweet lassie

with a helluva chassis

who flew to Tallahassee

singing “Jose can see”

but Feliciano cannot see