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

the protesters were scourged

, bound at the ankles

, and tickled with a

feather. But I digress.

Now, off to Blawnox!

And the Convention of

bigamists and organ grinders.

For it was here

that the guest of

honor, my dear friend

Dr. Ferdinand Fnord Fenmeister,

pontificated on the virtues

of the town’s many

soft serve ice cream

parlors, whose top-selling flavor

beetroot, sage and Viagra

is to die for!

so indeed, he died

, flag at full mast,

surrounded by friends and