No More Rhymes Now I Mean It!”

And What Have I Done?" What? What?...you've Stolen Them." With That, Cornelia Fled, But Buttercup Understood; She Knew Who "them" Was. The Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattledskulled Clodpated Dim-domed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys.

Mawidge Is A Dweam Wiffin A Dweam. The Dweam Of Wuv Wapped Wiffin The Gweater Dweam Of Everwasting West. Eternity Is Our Fwiend, Wemember That, And Wuv Wiw Fowwow You Fowever.

It's One Of My Biggest Memories Of My Father Reading. I Had Pneumonia, Remember, But I Was A Little Better Now, And Madly Caught Up In The Book, And One Thing You Know When You're Ten Is That, No Matter What, There's Gonna Be A Happy Ending. They Can Sweat All They Want To Scare You, The Authors, But Back Of It All You Know, You Just Have No Doubt, That In The Long Run Justice Is Going To Win Out.

Enough About My Beauty," Buttercup Said. "everybody Always Talks About How Beautiful I Am. I've Got A Mind, Westley. Talk About That.

For You See Each Day I Love You More Today More Than Yesterday And Less Than Tomorrow. Just Because You're Beautiful And Perfect, It's Made You Conceited.