I searched with my good eyeand turned to the side,"This train isn't leaving -your grandmother lied."It's pure like an iceburg(but just half as wide)and cutting the onionsPenelope cried.You drank from the cartonand toed through the tide,reclining the seat back,enjoying the ride.A pinball was jagged,or so Milly spied,and sandpaper napkinswere what Jeffrey tried.And ever so slightly,as Sandy Jo pried,the turnip was rollingand catching a stride.Deb's always the bridesmaidand never the brideSo there she lays pond'ringher own suicide.Her passion, she's finding,she now can confide,is bathing in vats ofcool formaldahyde.It's not so much flyingas much as a glide -All these green tomatoesare half-baked, not fried.Yet there, in a zip top,the leaves had been driedand friends of the partywere stuck on the slideSeems Katie, not Booker,will serve as the guide,since sweet cousin Lizzyhas never applied.The rules penned by Justinwere meant to abidethe by-laws by Prestonand, yet, were denied.He said "Glass champagne fluteswere not made to hide!"Yet, beneath crates of yam paste,