Tentacles of Fire

Lamenting the loss of his luster,
Uncle Tuster (a california raisin) went out with his butler.
With a cluster in hand and a castle of sand
He got extracted a gland from his upper thorax rubbed clean with a pint of borax.
Tentacles tentacles castles of sand
tentacles! tentacles! earth, wind & fire.
Teribithea's where it lies! But he was hit with your upper left eyes.
A treasure within your two thighs doth lie
Candy and lemonade.

So lament, young camel in the pineapple tree.
Your tentacles too could be on fire.



Erika wade through the grass on a sunny day. Dandelions flying in the air. She tousled her hair as the wind drew it back, and ..... she couldn't move or think anymore because there he was...standing in the boondocks...smiling and waving....

Tune in within the next couple of days for more.........