You spend your childhood with me in your head. Hoping that all your prayers will come true. Your true love one day will slay the dragon and make everything you wished for come true. Careful that it is what you wish for and not a nightmare come true

I’m made with words, but not a song, I promise to be good, and not do wrong. Hand on my heart, I say what I mean, What am I, heard at school and on the screen?

My destiny is to be beheaded. That is what is in store. Then, they will place my head on a platter and chop it up some more.

It's quite a dreary day, innit? I wish my kid wouldn't jump in it. My dog does it too; it's so brutal To clean off my half-pug half-poodle.

After monster, the dance that displaced the Transylvania Twist. After sour, an adult beverage that sounds even worse than it tastes. Make it past tense and add a root vegetable, you have a Thanksgiving staple. By itself, it is a sitcom that was not set in the Vietnam War.