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

until – thwack! The ceiling

collapsed onto the sofa

where the Simpsons were

arguing bitterly over the

last tiny slice of

[Hey! The OP is back!]

lemon meringue pie, when

out on the lawn,

Smurf pie thieves crept

silently through the abandoned

mine, looking for their

lost comrade. “Oh shit!”

Papa Smurf has fallen

and I am blue

I’m green with envy

because Mickey Mouse has

hooked up with Emma

(that’s my dogs name)

(and my wife’s, too)

(Heck, they’re one and

All set too go