On the porch I was wildly horrified from this haunted-house fear as
Grandma struck me with cheer over her **** so sharp & **** so near
to my rock-hard-pronghorn projectile & manly, wedding-tackle gear
“At the bottom of the finest menu is offered wren mignon, captain”
a crew man proffered, before his wife got pimped by Peter Lawford
A million dead love-birds littered my dream-life & dream- girlfriend
after I epoxied her pate beyond the apex of the fore-crown's top end

The night that my teeth were stolen. I woke up and they were gone. There was a lot of blood on the sheets. I called the police and told them and they asked: “Did they steal your genitals too?” to which I answered, “I don't have genitals.”