Liqourish

a lamp melts,i fall down.a lamp melting,give good reports to the snow on television.the meatloaf was bad,as bad as the greenbeans next to it.i dont want to worship a leg,ill read the newspaper,instead.the cubs did the giants in. a west coast win.a cold win.the electricity blinks,like the house is a prison and someone else was put to death.being a star,dad settles the house and kids with one calm shift of position,and harumphs his way back to his newspaper.