Thread: The Three Word Game!
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looked as if
they belonged in
a horror shop
When the woman
removed her socks
a smell so...
incredibly sweet wafted
to all noses
besides the small
furry one in
a deep sleep
who only awoke
when a fat
cat came along
and jumped onto
a dancing mouse
that dropped dead
in pure spite
against entire world
who wanted him
to dance like
a pink hippopotamus
and wear a
revealing red dress
with pink bows
which he didn't
quite like because
he wanted silver
tap shoes with
bells on their
green coloured heels
and a pair
nice pink hats
with blue speedos
with orange frills
to wear both
while doing his
popshow from the
one place in
Middle-earth where he
was known as
the muffin man
who lives on
a pointy rock
rising into the
West far beyond
the black mountain
and the sea
its very cold
.Here the name
