'Twas the night before arraignments, when all through the house
A vile creature was stirring, a real rotten louse
The charges laid out by the jury with care,
In hopes St. Conviction soon would be there;
The porn star was nestled all snug in her bed,
While visions of toadstool…

Jo If you spend time writing a poem do they pay you extra for that or does it count as two tweets for the daily quota?

Five Times August You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you?
You know I’m not gonna date you, right?
To each his own, and I truly believe that everyone should have the freedom to be attracted to whomever they’re attracted to, but I’m sorry to tell you that you’re just not my type…

I like men……