Wear your steeltoes so not to be like feet of clay and CLOY yourself on an old cast off horseshoe nail for it may FELL you like an oak and the whole of your clan joins in a golf CLAP in jest of your peril...

If you get too far into the clay you might meet a Morlok bringing home an ELOY for supper and be invited to FALL in with them on their journey. And to refuse would result in a FLAP you could not escape!

to escape you might need a PLOY, so creating a magic BALL of fire that extinguishes itself in a loud CLAP of thunder might do the trick, leaving them dazed and confused as you skadiddle on your meandering ways.

I always loved the way the roadrunner would PLAY Wile E. Coyote and make him FALL off a high cliff and go PLAP on the dry canyon floor far below...

And no matter how much Wile E. would PLAN it'd go wrong and the last you'd see of him he'd be really really TALL just before he'd SLAP into something really really hard.

But ol' Wile E. always proved to be a rugged and durable fellow with a dash of ELAN so soon he would CALL and order another acme kill kit then SLIP into another sinister plot...

I always wondered bout Wile E.'s seeming indestructible nature. I think maybe he was more than one coyote, more like a whole suicidal CLAN bent on universal CULL without having to SLIT their wrists.

I once saw a french flick called the CLAW about a mob guy like Sammy the BULL Gravano who always wore an Armani SUIT and Bruno Maglis...

The gangsters always have a FLAW, they get too FULL of themselves, raise their visual horizon too high, and get in a SNIT, when they get collarded.

If they'd just learn to go with the FLOW they wouldn't have to get into trouble to get over how DULL their lives are. Of course if the authorities knew how they'd turn out I'm sure they'd SNIP them in the bud.

If you are unfortunate enough to recieve a mob funeral you'll likely never be found except maybe by some farmer's PLOW but the odds are pretty much NULL so if you've disrespected some wiseguy maybe you had better just SKIP...

They have no resistance to taking a gun to BLOW you away, being so FULL of themselves, they just hope they never SLIP up and end up in the hoosegow!!

Not a good situation to be in with sweat on your BROW so to PULL a disappearing act and not be a BLIP on their radar might be the way to go...

You're sure right about the sweat so if a wiseguy does show I think I'll offer him a BREW with a PILL dissolved in it, something really strong that'd make him FLIP and flee.

The problem with a pill in his brew is it had a strange effect and he GREW TILL he turned green, his shirt shredded and being mad he would begin to run after you! Catching his little finger on the front CLIP of your truck causing it to be a complete total! A smart man would simply sooth him with music and flee with GLEE!

Oh no, it wasn't a pill and a brew that made him GROW to the the size of a mighty green HILL it was the escaped radiation he absorbed cooking his mac and cheese that hits the bottom of his stomach with a loud CLOP.

The food upset his stomach, the radiation caused him to GLOW, then the poor goodfella died, no PILL was enough to save him, and over he went, to be covered with many a CLOD!
FINI

His inability to get the irradiated food to FLOW put a PALL on everything and he ended up casket CLAD

Icarus failed to heed the warning of his father Daedalus and he FLEW too close to the sun which melted his wings of wax and feathers causing him to FALL into the sea with a great CLAP like thunder...

I once hurled and BLEW chunks all over a maid just before the BALL, and it created quite a FLAP.

I'll bet she FLEW into a rage and you ended up with the BILL and a SLAP.

I know a SLEW of people who CALL themselves gentlemen who ought to get a SLAP

I admit I BLEW it and drank too much, I ended up taking the FALL, and had to hear a bunch of CRAP about it for the next school year!

Not to worry, you're not the only one to BLOW it, no sir not A-TALL I've made and triggered many a TRAP for myself over the years.

I too must admit to being one brew over the line a time or two, sweat on my BROW because I know the wife will be on the warpath until she's had her FILL of administering the beatings and I don't have to camp out under a TARP in the yard anymore...