Every night Walter left cookies beside his bed
Never expecting them to be gone by morning, but a small part hoped really hard
They were his offering to the Sandman for dreams that never came
Eventually the Sandman had to get hungry and grant him his wish of a dream. It was Walter’s only hope
Reaching for a snack as he got out of bed, he didn’t notice that the cookie he took reappeared as he walked away.
Clutching her goblet, she poured the wine down her throat
Until they all kneeled before her, she would never be happy
Perhaps that was the alcohol talking, but she liked what it was saying
Putting down the platter in front of her
Lisa pondered what was going to happen to her next
All that Googling and research, but in the end, it always came down to a coin flip
Tails and she would die from the poison there in front of her, okay, maybe that was a bit strong, but…
Everyone watched as she ate. She smiled. It seemed to be gluten-free. Heads it is!
She held the knife in two hands like a samurai sword.
Looking at the watermelon, her sworn enemy, she bowed her head.
It was going to be a battle to the death, but she didn’t feel like dying tonight!
Cutting deftly, the watermelon never had a chance and soon it was bleeding chunks on her counter.
Extremely happy with herself, she popped a piece in her mouth and spit out the seeds.
It all came into focus suddenly
Reality was never going to be her playground
It was all she could do to not cackle as she downed her cup of Ayahuasca
Slowly her eyes dilated and she was home
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Filling his hotdog bun with condiments,
Randy showed his date his brilliant idea.
“As you can see, put all the stuff underneath, lubricating sides and bottom
Now you can’t drop anything out once you slip your wiener in,” he said.
“Know what? This date is over,” she replied as she stomped off.
She left him holding his meatless bun.
Can’t figure out which flavor of Daquiri she wanted
Of course there was the Classic Martini, or one of a hundred permutations
Can’t forget the Old Fashioned, but she thought she wanted something newer
Kicking back a Whiskey Sour might put a nice pucker on her lips
Though maybe some bubbles with a Moscow Mule
Ah, or going tropical and hit up a Mai Tai
If not perhaps a Sloe Gin Fizz would hit the nostalgic spot, but not tonight
Leading her to decide on a Rum and Coke since sometimes simple is better
She was sad when her drink disappeared after she misplaced it moments later.
Making traditional Mexican sauces always made Maria smile
Of course, her Abuela made them so well that she should really sell them, but she wouldn’t
Leading to Maria secretly recording the kitchen for the next 24 hours
Everyone will suspect her brother when the recipe gets sold, but she was going to be the…
Focusing on the food was what gave him pleasure
Every morsel perfectly prepared and consummately seasoned
At the moment he could think of nothing better existing in the universe
So why was his stomach still an echo chamber of empty rumbles?
The fact the meal in question was just an old magazine spread and he had no money
Rare beef was so yummy
And this was as rare as could be
When the cow kicked him, he realized he may have taken that too far
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