If you bring a lot of me to think, I become a literary storm. When you remove my first letter, i can become a literal storm.

Orange and green, black and white, I’m a favorite childhood delight. Some mush, a cow, a red balloon Whispered bon nuits fill my quiet room.

A duck, a goose, and Jesus walk into a bar. They walked through a pond, a lake, and a river to get here. Who pours a drink first?

W is my shape, though M may be what you see, banished to space for all eternity. angering the sea nympths, the beauty of my daughter Andromeda and I made us flee. long enough on the run, I could not beat the beauty's toll, my vanity my ultimate toll.

My first sounds like part of a tool you may use to cook eggs, My second something you might find 'tween your legs. My whole's a flat bird that looks like it tripped on a rock, Hey - try having YOUR spine removed. It's quite a shock.