Missing metas, near miss

Mermaids sing badly, and someone had to tell them. I sailed to the rocks near Corfu with a music stand and a stern look. We worked on breathing and pitch. After a year they could hold a note. Now ships crash there only on purpose, just to catch the show.

Vesuvius sneezed while I stood on the rim, and up I went with my picnic. I came down near Capri, still holding a chicken leg. My friends thought I had died. I walked into my own funeral, ate the cake, and gave a rather fine speech about myself.

Oysters at Ostend gave me a bright idea. I fed a hundred of them on my finest sand and whispered kind words. Each one made me a pearl the size of a plum. I strung them up for my mother, who used them as doorknobs and for rolling out dough.

Last noon in Spain my shadow quit me. It said the pay was low and the hours were long. I hired a better one from a dead bullfighter. It stands up straight and never trips. The old one still follows my cousin, but he is a far less interesting man.

Wine from my cellar at Bodenwerder improves when you insult it. I called one barrel a thin and.