fear of overbearing women
by biting their ankles.
The aroma of hollyhocks
wafted through the air
as Gorbachev hummed a
bittersweet reverie for the
majestic fjords of Norway.
his thoughts drifted back
to his carefree childhood
on the shores of
Lake Victoria, years before,
when he promised himself
that no dirty rotten
snake in the grass
would ever sing that
monstrous Achy-Breaky Heart
, especially the version by
Weird Al Yancovic. He
hated and despised that
farting sound Al used