It occurs to me that some members of FR should submit their musings, as posted here, to this contest.
There she stood, in the doorway, wallowing in self pity like a hog often wallows in mud, while I sat on my new blue couch, unmoved, serene on the cushions with their reversible covers, when the thought came to me that if our positions were reversed, much like those cushions, I would be standing in the doorway while she sat on the couch.
parsy, who is still sleepy
As the King of Pop, defiantly shot his left, gold lame’d gloved hand into the air, and with his right hand grabbed his crotch and pulled downward with a sharp tug, naturally the pitch of his singing voice shot upward, and the thought came to him that these sudden jolts of pain he experienced could be alleviated with a good, potent shot of Demarol, so that he could have his cake and eat it, too.
parsy, who is nodding