in order to satisfy
the female need for
“romance.” Speaking of which,
never ask a woman
, “Who’s your Daddy?” Answers
are questions in reverse.
A SWAT team burst
in just then, rifles
loaded with styrofoam peanuts,
and the maître-d’ shouted:
"Get out, you boorish
bunch of sweaty fascist
…Oh, you want lunch?
I’ll show you lunch!"
Just then, a telegram
was delivered by a
Blawnoxian mailman who never
dreamed he’d be asked
to deliver the secret
Valentine, chock full of