Kissie Kissie Peako Kicko

Kissie was a smart guy.  He was running for president of the state of Florida and the governor of Maine all in the same year.  He dined on Florida's finest sea bass and he ate lobster once a decade but quit for his eternal lent.  I bet that Kissie was in business in Florida one day but he really wanted to sail the ocean blue.  Sailing was fun and Kissie took a one way ticket to Japan and then trekked to Spain when he sailed his ship into Hong Kong Harbor.  I miss the friends that Kissie wanted to make a man of me aware.  But that said, Kissie was unfaithful in his marriage to his wife.  He beat her with a big stick and he asked her to dance the hula with her head covered by three tonka trucks that Kissie loved to play with on the ocean's voyages.   It was a good time and she did as he wished.  His wife was a formidable woman who played guitar in the space shuttle once a year.  She really did like to cobweb out the house on halloween but she really was less than a creepy woman but more of a creepy soul.  I thought she was creepy because she gave a challenge to the architects of America to design a better egg nog shake.  Architects from all over ran her daily life and she really looked good in pink and orange and yellow but never in blue or black.   I must say that his wife who we shall call Miami the beautiful earth nuzzie was really a bountiful host and really gave a damn about if you liked her sea bass or if you spit her olives into a jar on your lap.  I must say that nuzzie prime was a good wife but she really did not lick the childrens stamp collection enough.  Her kids grew saavy of things like chess matches and going to freedom conventions.  I must say that they were bright and diligent kids through and through.  But that was not nuzzies big problem.  Nuzzie hated the man she wanted to love and that was her big happy gold digging father of heaven.  This father of heaven was a really wise man and he offered her gold and rubies on a minute to minute basis.  But nuzzie realized that love was transient and that her father in heaven was really just a really mean old nasty brewmaster who did not love her like a sister but wanted to make her feel the troubles that she knew were never her fault in any way or sense at all.  Nuzzie longed for a sugar bowl to place in her husbands hands and her husband acted as if his wife was just the shit of the cream store.   She really was a bright lady however, but arrogance and pride took its toll and if she was hospitable, be on your guard.  It was a good thing to have friends over but she did not like their ties sometimes and kicked them out of her house.   It was perhaps not a friendly thing to do, but it meant that she really liked God and God was her best friend and if her father in heaven who was surely not God, right? was angry it was not Gods fault but that angry brewmaster father who was just obsessed with lime green beers that smell like alcoholic's delights.
So the moral of this story is check your facts in the yellow pages before you order that pizza.  It might not be the smile you thought that the bean stalk was all about and it might really be a tornado ready to rip your happiness in all directions.  Thanks!