By Bret Klabunde

At night when I'm hungry,I turn into a glutton.

My mother has a sundry of magazines she won't throw away.

The roses will desiccate when they are harvested.

A pillow and blanket entice me to sleep.

My obtuse brother always leaves laundry on the ground.

I must muster up the motivation to write a paper.

The TV caused a cacophony of laughter.

My idiosyncrasy is to always take my socks off.

The refrigerator got left ajar.

The old pictures in my house are from circa 2010.

I abominate eating bananas.

The bat bludgeoned the ball over the fence.

To lose weight I curtail the chocolate I eat.

Masticating on 5 gum is delicious.

I am a fortuitous black jack player

Artwork is one of my sister's many aptitudes