Some say I'm a bit of a prick, My humours more than dry, But that couldn't be more wrong, Inside I'm a real succulent guy

I’m a giant snake under the jungle sun, Slithering around looking for some fun. I’m ready to dance, I’m ready to run, But I’m a little picky before the party’s begun. I don’t want none unless you got buns, hun.

People keep on recommending Nolan's new film to me. They say it’s a film I

A little square of chocolate delight, Fudgy and gooey, a magical bite. Fresh from the oven, warm and sweet, A tiny treasure, an edible treat. Some bake them plain, some call on Mary Jane, Either way, they’ll have you calling their name It waits in the kitchen, tempting you near, Whispering softly, Just one more, my dear

I asked the librarian if the library had books on paranoia. She whispered, they're. . .