I like bricks for some reason. I like the way the mortar squishes out on the sides and ends. I think it is neat that some bricks have two, three, four, holes… some bricks have none.
People hit brick walls, follow brick roads, are built like brick-shithouses…… they say they’ve dropped a load of bricks when they exit a bathroom… the big bad wolf had an aversion to bricks…. and, after all, a house is built one brick at a time…..
I knew a girl named “Brick” once. I don’t recall her real name, but she was a sturdy girl.
Brick rhymes with a lot of other words. Lots…………… (You are doing it now… in your head…. rhyming brick words…… aren’t you?)
Bricks are okey-dokey. Adobe-kadobey!
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