Miss Peach Gets Lucky →
So I had a date with this werewolf. I said I’d give him
a Tuesday dinner slot if he got all his tangles out. After all thatconditioner, he did feel greasy,
but no worse than your average guy
by late Sunday afternoon. And we’re supposed to feel sorryfor the frothing…
Now THIS is a poem. I was going to post only my favorite lines but there are too many. Click through to read the whole thing. Well, here are two of my favorite lines:
“We thank our monsters for letting us invent them. They let us feel dignified / and unsutured by comparison.” and