The night was humid...nah!
It was the best of times, it was.. nah, been done..
As the smoke curled from her full red lips I reached for my gat. Normally I carry heat but in pyjamas I just carry the scars from Normandy beach...
...and no-one ever saw the giraffe again. The End. Huzzzah! Now all I need to do is spellcheck and the prize is mine..wuahaha!