I am not a skinny person.
I’ve been told I have one inside me.
This is a wee bit scary.
If I do, he is a very bad skinny person.
He is the voice inside my head.
The voice says, “That pie looks tasty.”
Evil, evil skinny person.
You should go to Weight Watchers, not me.
It took years of whining but Mom finally got me a pony.
It was my best birthday ever.
I named my new pony “Steve.”
I combed him and walked him.
I put feed out for him.
I said, “Let’s eat, Steve!”
Then, I tried to look in his mouth.
I had never seen a pony’s teeth.
Steve bit me. Ouch.
I hope Steve is not rabid.
It was really dark in the bar that night.
There was a loud cover band.
I saw her from the corner of my eye.
She looked like a Princess.
She was doing 18 knots in heavy seas.
I was full of oil and she had a buffet on her Lido deck.
This was a doomed relationship from the start.