ended when bulbs shattered
, much like his dreams
but he’s no quitter
; Woody managed to rouse
his snoring, flatulent sister
of his ex-wife’s husband
by tickling her. “Hey!”
she squealed, “Let’s tango!”
So, waist deep in
shredded newspaper clippings from
the cage of a
exuberantly incontinent giant parrot,
they boogied passionately, unaware
they were being filmed
by Rod Serling and
the KGB, their licentiousness
preserved eternally for others’
use to blackmail the
many whom were involved
in the naughty deed.