Here's one in limerick form:
My grandfather fills me with dread
When he sits on the end of my bed.
It's not that he creaks,
Or gibbers and squeaks,
But for the last fifteen years he's been dead.
My grandfather fills me with dread
When he sits on the end of my bed.
It's not that he creaks,
Or gibbers and squeaks,
But for the last fifteen years he's been dead.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
