Prissy the Thick Angel of Snotland

There once was a girl named Prissy and she loved to dance in the roses and the daisies.  She did not mind that she was cut by the thorns in the rose garden but she just liked to smell good.  She word galoshes that kept her legs from being throned up.  So Prissy was prissy and she liked to smile at other in the world but never smile at their jokes.  I just asked Prissy for a hamburger once and she laughed at me and tossed some ugly filthy slime on my hand.  I was never very unhappy with Prissy but she really was not happy with me.  I asked Prissy for a hot dog too and she did the same thing.  Prissy was just so prissy that she could not be friends with anyone with whom I was a friend.  So if you meet prissy, ask her why she wore the angel costume.  It was a nice costume, but those thorns tore it all to shreds.  The daisies were nice though.  If she dances in the daisies which she only does once in a million afternoons, she might give you a hot dog, a hamburger and maybe even a latke.   Thanks!