Dude, I chewed mood food.

I read to my redhead instead in his bed.
We took charge of the large margerine barge with Marge.
For kicks, we fix six mixes as the clock ticks.
Late, we wait to open the gate at eight.
It fell as we tell about the smell of the spell we won't quell.
Teeny green trees between
The stars are far from my car.
So high in the sky is why we love pie.