Half way down the stairs is the box where I fit
There isn't any other box QUITE like it
If I'm not in box A, and I'm not in box B
Then when will I find just right the box for me?
The box that I fit
It isn't quite normal
It isn't quite weird
It isn't quite straight
And it isn't quite queered
But all sorts of funny thoughts run around in my head
And I don't ( Read more... )

For some, the tea is most enjoyed,
As Saurons' heart, of sweetness void.
Sugar instead, or honey even,
Are flavourings that some believe in.
But in my teacup, put you please,
A little milk or lemon squeeze
And I'm loath, please on my oath
Whatever you do, DON'T PUT BOTH!

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Whenever someone smiles at me I run after them to ask them why
Something something something something something rhymes with why