Alas, the rectangular light box shone the wrong pattern. Woe betide the unfortunate soul enslaved to a life of misery and torture to cajole the light box to shine such the ugly sisters spare the beatings.

And Frenchy the Frenchman would arise everyday at morm and travel in his dusty horseless carriage to apply a viscous liquid to walls and ceilings to beautify others surroundings

T'was every day I wouldst travel in mine carriage, wiping up the leavings of incontinent elders, and tending to those ill to death.

Alas, no prince charming could handle my giant shoes, so I languished in misery til my body could no more rise to the task

I'm more of a grandpa-in-the-bed-at-charlie's-family guy. My job is not dying and hoping that my country's social security will be enough.