My kiln, Lennart, runs hot on the left, so every mug I make leans left

Four hundred lemon trees, one Vespa, and I've hit three of the trees

I teach sailing for a living and lose to a retired tugboat captain every Wednesday

I paint nails in a salon the size of a closet in Copacabana, and I know what everyone on this street did last summer

I sell flowers at 4am and kick things at 6, and only one of those is gentle

My oldest dog hides her pills in the couch and I've found eleven so far, so yes, she is winning

I'm told I'm exhausting to argue with, mostly by people who lost

I remember everyone's order, and somehow everyone's secrets