Poorie Poor

 Richie Rich's buddy?

decadent chocolate brownies and poorboy sandwiches, Ritz crackers and porridge

awful waffles using egg-celent eggs;  chickens are not shells of their former selves; why battle cattle?  vale of tears and veal of tears;  victim's blood in a vessel-body (very bad)

CH: your choice of chewy cheddar cheese and cheap chocolate and chopped chicken and Chinese chow like Swiss chard and bok choy and challah and chips and Chex mix with Chivas, and chai.

Mitch itches to be rich like that witch-bitch, Fitch.    Here's the sitch:  the next pitch is gonna put you in stitches, and you'll basically be lying in a ditch.    This isn't Quidditch!

gawd, dehville:   vile evil and ogod, you're good.     G-D, you're a Good Dog!, yes you are

the punch-hunch, keeping your wits about hits, he knows about blows, fight insight

what's that fastened to the assassin?  the plot to place me in a plot, the tumor that sent me to my tomb, coffee to my coffin, thyme of death, and gravitas that sent me to my grave!

the lividity made me livid with rage, said the devil that lived

Annabelle the cannibelle:  I ate a neck from my list for breakfast, a bunch of crunch n munch for lunch, and that sinner for dinner!  I have the worst thirst for liverwurst, and a hunger for lungs and tongue, and a need for a deed that feeds my speed-reading about leads.  I eat street-meat from people I meet and defeat.

Guv of heaven-above, I love doves that I catch with special gloves, and stick in my oven for my coven :-)

G-D:  a Grey and Dreary day, right as rain! ;  G-D: Gorgeous and Dreamy! ; G-D: Gastronomically Delicious;  G-D: Gone and Done;  G-D: Gross and Disgusting;  GOD, garden of delights;  G-D: Glad and Delighted;  G-D: Glorious Dad; G-D: Grandiose Delusion; G-D: Greek Deity; G-D: God's Daughter; GOD, girl of dreams; GOD, governor of Delaware (Matt Meyer);  GOD, god of death/destruction, good old days, giver of dreams, good orderly direction, group of drunks.   (some say the more the merrier, in happy heaven)

the first will be last, the harder you run the harder you fall, what goes up must come down

DAE, describe and explain the dictionary of American English 

you are NOT what you THOUGHT

I'm caught on a yacht I bought (and sought) with a hot daughter in the water.     I've been taught (since I was a tot) to jot a lot of rot.   I sought pot with my dippin' dots to get higher than a guy on pie.    Why, sigh, is the end nigh, Jai?  Because we all must die (!), said the guy in the sky!!!  But life goes on, from dusk to dawn, even after you're gone, said John (yawn).  Prawns aren't pawns in oceanic chess, but ling cod are king Gods!  Lord swordfish and holy mackerel!  Perch at church.  Frogs and hogs at synagogue.  Oscar at the mosque.   Pearls before swine?  Pearls are just rocks and swine are god's holy creatures, just like you and I!   PBS.   Viewers like you.  I'm glad they do.   Bots ought to be taught thought.  

I enjoy the process of writing this, and I'm glad it's out there (being read), and monetizing it would be icing on the cake, as they say.   Writing is fun, brings clarity, shares ideas, and stimulates thought.  Writing is right.  It's a daily rite.   

rude food.  tasty waste.  poison in the hoi sin sauce.  damned ham, lamb, and jam.  the witch ate something rich.  the piece of shit enjoyed a piece of pie.   the lowlife enjoyed a high life.   the scumbag enjoyed his dime bag.  a loser with a laser was a boozer, and the offender went on a bender, and the wrongdoer used a bong.  the jerk enjoyed his jerky.  is the rotten not written?   the shithead bit and was fed.  the snake ate his cake.  eat your stupid soup.  the thief ate some beef.   the bully ate bull. the burglar ate a burger.  the bug had a mug.  the doer of vice had a bowl of rice.  women'll get criminal.  steal her purse, and get accursed.  the killin' villain ate her fill of dill.  the sinner ate dinner, and the felon ate a melon, and the delinquent something piquant.   those with malice still drink from the chalice.  the corrupt drink from the cup.  rapists eat papists.  yes, sir, I ate the transgressor.   His precious flesh was delish.   Chewing on cheaters and child abusers, eatin' Satan, devouring the devil, and munching on the occasional mensch.    Fugu ain't necessarily goo foo (good food).   Foo Fighters and food fighters.

Allen the alien, birthing an earthling, says space is the place, for his son Yun, who belongs in Heaven #7.   Primary, secondary, tertiary, quaternary...   amenorrhea, amen!   Allah, hallelujah!  Jose, hosanna!   PLT, praise the lord!  GT, good times!   Jack found a jacket at Jack in the box, when he went to Wendy's.   Trump at McDonald's, Don T reads Dante.  Carl's Jr.  snarls at Petunia.   Burgers are for burghers.  Sandwiches are for witches on the beach.   And pizza can't be beat, says Pete, who goes to eat the heated meat, at his own seat.  I ache for a steak, said Jake.