City of tiny lights
Don’t you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
Tiny lightnin’
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Tiny tiny tiny tiny sheets
Talkin’ bout them tiny cookies
That the peoples eat...
- from “City of Tiny Lights” (Frank Zappa)
The Mistress of Sarcasm decided she needed some furniture. You know...something in which she could store a few little tchotchkes.
Little, indeed.
She needs to start looking for a bigger place.
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