The ribbons! The wrappings! The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
If I went in debt a million dollars every time I committed genocide, I'd be our economy.
So the writer who breeds more words than he needs, is making a chore for the reader who reads.
My shoe is off. My foot is cold. I have a bird I like to hold.
And what happened then? Well, in Whoville they say that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day
And he, he himself, the Grinch - carved the roast beast.