The one `L’ llama, he’s a priest.
The two `L’ llama, he’s a beast.
And I will bet a silk pajama,
There isn’t any three `L’ llama.’
I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.