One invading horde
fashioned their battle cry
on the wailing
of unarmed babies.



Even as the ship was sinking, the captain had the Chief Steward walking the decks declaring, “Five bells, and all’s well.”  (He later noted that the passengers had paid good money for the voyage and deserved no less than a positive attitude from the crew.)



One day the nose asked,
“Say, who does the PR work
for the eyes anyway?”



A reader writes to ask, if words can be twisted enough, is it possible to give life a muscle spasm?  (You know, perhaps related to naught, but I sometimes wonder if it’s possible to read the Daily News TOO much.)



One guy named
his very best thoughts,
Lollipops, (since
Tootsie Roll was
protected by copyright.)