Putting all her chips on lucky thirteen.
Roulette rewarded the three to five people who carried luck in their back pocket.
It made one wonder if they were a part of that club.
Maybe it was too much to count on since her skirt didn’t even have a front pocket, much less two.
Eventually, the ball landed on eleven, ending her night. Time to hit the buffet and eat some of that beef.
Can’t take my eyes off you, you gorgeous thing
Really girlfriend, I want to consume you whole
Until you are all gobbled up. Yummy, yummy, yummy!
So get ready to have my tongue touch every single part of you, you…
Hot hot hot fudge sundae!
Putting the code on the robot, he expected it to work
As it was only supposed to blink the LED as a proof of concept
It did that, so now to add the code he really wanted to work
Nope, that part dies. Nice try. Now back to the drawing board
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.
Little giggles slipped from his lips
As she bent over into a full belly guffaw
Under the withering gaze of the priest, they tried to compose themselves
Guests looked aghast and that sent the couple into another fit of snickers
How come everyone didn’t get the joke of “Till death do us part.”
Windings of many strands dangle from poles made from transplanted dead trees
Incarcerated electrons forced to carry secret messages to and fro
Replying to their digital masters the information that was entrusted to them
Every part connected by the coppery web
The music began with a low, moody, ominous bass part.
On screen, lightning played among the far hills.
Nobody seemed to have a plan as to how to stop the zombie invasion.
Except one! She pulled out her phone and that is what cued the Bollywood style dance-off!
Become part of a brigade
Uplift everyone and pass them on
Checking to make sure they are full as they leave your care
Keeping them moving and helping them put out their fires along the way
Everyone just has to do a little to have a large impact
Then we can assist each other when we are empty by filling each other back up
No way he could find the part
Even the internet held no hope
Eventually, he resorted to some duct tape
Didn’t help, but it made him feel like he tried
Connecting the dots ways always the easy part
Hard part was then making the dominoes fall in order
As so many factors had to be juggled for the Rube Goldberg plan to work
It was almost something straight from a summer blockbuster
Not that he had to worry about. The first link broke leaving him dreaming of what might have been
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