These may sound bad but the moral at the end is a good one…

I was scared at first.

It was very wide, and very long,

and it angled straight up.

I decided I had to try it once.

I slowly and carefully eased myself onto it.

It felt weird at first.

Then I got used to it.

I went up and down, and up and down on it.

I was really loving it.

Now I ride on escalators all the time.

I took my fingers and slowly,

and gently stretched it apart.

It was so pure and white.

I licked it once, twice … I found I couldnt stop.

I licked it faster and faster, and harder.

I began to scrape my teeth against it.

There it was, in my mouth!

All sweet and creamy.

I was done.

And I threw away the outsides of my Oreo cookies.

I squeezed it gently at first,

then a little bit harder.

There seemed to be more and more of it

I moved it towards my lips.

It was a strange and new sensation for me.

I put it in my mouth

and moved it around and around with my tongue.

The time soon came when I knew I had to spit it out.

It was quite an experience.

The 1st time I tasted toothpaste.

They were both round and firm.

There was only the slightest difference between the two.

I took one in my hand and twisted it hard.

I used my other hand to grab the other one

and twist it hard the other way.

Now theres a brighter light bulb in the living room.

It was very long, kind of thin.

I slid it between my fingers

until I got to the end of it.

I was turning it on.

It became firm in my hands,

and the end was wet.

Then it got very hard and began gushing out of the tip.

Then I took the garden hose and watered the bushes.

I knew it could be done.

I wanted to try but I didnt know if I could do it.

I called my friend.

He said he knew how to do it and would teach me.

He put his arms around me and started.

I watched nervously in the mirror.

He finally finished and pulled back slowly.

I felt relieved that it was over.

I hate neckties.

It looked warm and dark, and juicy and inviting.

I wasnt sure just what I wanted to do with it.

I carefully pulled it apart with my fingers to look into it better.

I knew how great it would be if I just started eating it.

But I decided to put ketchup on my burger.

MORAL???

It is not the word that corrupts the mind, but the mind that corrupts the word.