There is chickens that poo and toot, eat rotten feed which witches brooms sweep clean coops that mushrooms grow around town because there are no maids that sleep walk to pick oranges at midnight so nobody can howl loudly in the moonlight during summer thunder. Food smells amazing when under trees knees only make gassy. The supercalifragilisticexpialidocious friends ate nachos while singing obnoxiously during emergency illegal surgery to remove pierced nose rings that someone put elsewhere on toes nails to stomp on chicks that passed gas on my head! And smelled wonderful like eggs. Sometimes too many skanks always make me feel like sleeping. However, Honey Bees flew out my car's tailpipe making me crazier than crystalchic on sugar coated chicks called Peeps! Grandma loves Monkey Brains cooked in honey and rolled in oats on a sandy beach, in a red ant pile with cockroaches and dead fish; And the seagulls circling and pooping on my head with my toes buried in the rotten stinky seaweed and makes a rotten stinky seaweed sushi sandwich covered in green slime. Now and then I eat