“Take it”, said the heron to the duck who dodged the swan and empaled the emoji who wiped its arse on the red rose sardonically in front of the Queen of Hearts who lusted shamelessly after the men of Arts with torsos of teak and hairs that streak in times of peace as if embroiled in a paradox of speech.

Speech … ah, the leach that sucks the blood from the kids we teach and hangs out those who dare to stare.

“Fuck off” replied the duck who’s head was being sucked by a German goose with droopy eyebrows and a rake for a foot with laconic synchrisoty in a pit of intrisity floating on a river of misty intoxicity.

“My pleasure” replied the heron as he flew off to find Sanity.