Sweet Shirts

"Sweet shirts!" they scream as you pass wearing green bright and so proud it hurts. Good job wearing shirts. Women with vests, partially exposed chests, I say, "Give it a rest! Put away your chests!" I once ate fruit, since I thought it was cute, and though it looked real good, it was made of wood. Now my mouth's sore, and I just have no more dish from which to serve dirt, so I say, "Sweet shirts."