Cat Burglar

There one lived a cat that could bark, its owner would perch in the park, as to lap up the looks on the faces of crooks, confused, as they tripped through the dark. -Amy Struthers


There once lived a horse with no hair, a conman had seen at the fair. So he threw on a wig, and did book it a gig, as ‘Mullet the Magical Mare’. -Amy Struthers

Family Tree

An apple once asked of his dad, “Why is it our bunch is so bad?” To which he replied, “Guess it stems from the side of Smith, for it’s granny who’s mad!” -Amy Struthers

Wisdom Tooth

There once lived a tooth who loved plaques, who aced every final in Cracks. Shame the height of his gain brought him nothing but pain, when the pull from his prof made him lax. -Amy Struthers

Ribeye Dad

A Ribeye once looked to his son to holler, “Your work is well-done!” To which he replied, “Guess it runs in my hide”, when his phrase met the phase of a bun. – Amy Struthers

The Death of a Popsicle

Ladies and gentlemen, if I may so say a few more words about our friend, who met her end when sat by famished birds: She lived a spotlight life you see, too sweet to be ignored, that’s why through panegyric, every cockroach states they’re floored. A model in the making when to Phoenix, she was…

Ira and his Idioms

Ira was a pensive boy who loved to speak his mind, until he thought upon a phrase which faced him in a bind. “Speak my mind?” What does that mean? Does it mean my brain can talk? Is it French or Dutch? Does it shout too much? Is its aim to simply mock? When someone…