Going once. Only this once, I hope.
Twice at most.
Twice at most.
We’ll start our own bonfire.
Sameness is fine, but change? Boy do I love change.
So here’s your impetus.
Start shaking, people.
Or at least a few breaths.
But I caught it by the tail.
And the ostensible ones as well.
Happy birthday, Mr. Potato Head.
It’s shorter, at least.