Mr. Twit Was A Twit. He Was

Come Right Up Close To Me And I Will Show You Something Wonderful.

Oh Where, Oh Where Had Snow White Gone? She'd Found It Easy, Being Pretty To Hitch A Ride Into The City.

The Walls Were Wet And Sticky, And Peach Juice Was Dripping From The Ceiling. James Opened His Mouth And Caught Some Of It On His Tongue. It Tasted Delicious.

Obscurity Is Never A Virtue.

I Don't Care If A Reader Hates One Of My Stories, Just As Long As He Finishes The Book.