The threads off Royal Street

"Drop the Tidbit, now!"
All rights reserved, "maybe later," he decided.

I found out too late.
"You son of a bitch!!" could not change the fact.

"Drip Drip."
She pondered of parents naming a child an onomatopoeia.

"How can I get my titties stared at around here?"
Her mother was direct and from deep within principal.

Still, the jelly's texture was distinctly off.
"Perhaps if we dig a little deeper and stir it up."

"A few passes more,"
For the next three days everyone's pink bits were sore.

Tonic spoke last and conclusively,
"Good meeting."