When a Salesman Comes a Calling

Smead Say, the sinister ugly buggy cook covertly took action Driving the wandering geek man into her neon computer screen He smashed his head a bit on the edge, which gave her satisfaction. She was a gargoyle woman, tough as concrete and pretty darn mean. The humanoid began laughing his guts out of his head. His eyes popped and rolled around on the floor. You are disgusting said my Uncle, a raccoon named Ed. He created a diversion as mice chased those eyes and more. What is this a circus? My Aunt Gladys asked, all prissy and stuff. I did not answer, hoping she had not watched me swallow an eye. Geek man was plunged into her green cauldron in bubbles that puff. Some crazy person was yelling “Oh, my!” That’s when I decided to fly. What are you doing? Grandma asked, all concerned about the scream. From the raccoon, who did not even admit this old lady was his mother. I yelled, "Let's get this one! Turn him into marshmallow crème!” Loud screeching came out of my annoying awful horrible brother. I loved it when salesmen came a knocking on our woodland’s door. We always ended up playing with them, if they are from Lincolnshire. This one was fun to torment. He was a strange little dull ugly bore. Until he turned into a dragon and burned us up in an enormous fire.