pondering life and toad stacking

(interesting for the nose)

i fell asleep one evening and woke up to find a block of cheese where one of my hands used to be. I tried to eat my cheese hand (as one would in a tough spot like this) but to my surprise the cheese started leaking grey liquid. I assumed this was cheese blood and quickly bandaged my cheese up. Soon i found that having cheese for a hand is very useful in many tight situations. So i leave you with this:
Clock on the ground-
Its broken-
No sound-
Cheese on my hand-
Its alive-
Im made of sand.-