Thursday, September 30, 2010

Chapter III: The Nose

Another story started with a sentence from Vi: "Shirley's nose was growing all the time." Nine syllables? Sounds like the start of a limerick to me.

Shirley's nose was growing all the time,
Her need for kleenex caused a life of crime.
The grocers she'd rob,
Would chase her and sob,
"That tissue's no match for your slime!"

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