It's like this

There was once a very very very very very very. Sooner and sooner it was later than later. All the plates were spliced and the forked tongue was saucy. Dishing out compliments, I said to the chef what sex are you. Chef goes head. Right I say not uncompregnating. Little does he know said the menu. I had to order it. Sit down I cried. My birthdays are always awful. There wasn't even time to cut the cord and name the beast. Total blow out.