Old Burber Greaves
Written by Sam, Pat, Gene, and Rosemary by playing writing roulette on 12/28/09.
Tori Amos was sick. She had a light heart that whimpered when
squeezed. Lenny Kravitz held her hand gently. “There, there, Tori,”
he said. “Why must you be so forlorn when you have such great
things on your mind like fucking?” Taken aback by such an affront,
Tori threw her glass into the underpinning and scooted a crow out
the other side. Randy held fast to his end until the crow emerged.
“Yonder crow. Halt!” The crow looked around with a very bewildered
look. Its beak had made tapping sounds on an unseen window that
looked out over the mountain- ha! The mountain! And Old Burber
Greaves was behind the Christmas tree the whole time.