I swallowed an anti-depressant
in a pill that was shaped like a crescent.
It tore open my throat;
Now I can't sing a note!
But I'm happy to be convalescent.
Said Tim to Andrae, "What have we here? This garment is starting out quite queer. You're supposed to make a pretty dress, Not glue up some crunchy…
Wax poetic on the theme Vermin and Your Birthday. Spend no more than 15 minutes. I'll post the results on the Ashota web page.
Taught by Prof. Gorman Beauchamp, University of Michigan, Fall 1995 The Republic, Plato Utopia, More "Of the Cannibals", Montaigne…