The other day, my friend and I were talking about hit songs from the seventies. And we both agreed that in nineteen seventy-four, there's no way that EVERYBODY was...

I roll big balls of dung, songs of me are rarely sung. I can be bright and shiny, or horned, or tiny.

As a kid, this was the place to play, around your house. As an adult, it's just a hassle to maintain. As you grow older and crotchety, you yell at kids to stay off it.

Kids might play on this in a playground Adults might do this to spice up their marriage

Salt and pepper, white or red, many other shades can crown this head. Sprouting from a human face, despite the wish to keep it chaste.