Read Aloud to Maximize the Effect
Marty manipulated most of the mousse into Maureen’s moistened tresses, using the mild, milky mousses that Maureen’s mother had insisted upon. Marty was of the mindset that mocked the modern moderators of hairstyles; preferring to moonlight his mainstream methods among the motherhood masses who sought his Moroccan inspired manifestoes. His marginal skills, plus a martini drinking habit, magnified his masculinity, and moody women mooned over his muscles.
Marty caught a Monday matinee, after a massage from a masochistic materialist, who maintained that mathematicians materialized on his mattress every month. The movie made Marty want to play mah-jongg on a makeshift makeup table, where marked down marijuana smoke induced an amazing maze that lead to a minibar. After downing many miniatures of murky mysterious Mickey Finns, and marching with majorettes who were leading musicians, he stepped up to dine on mushrooms and mozzarella soaked in a Marsala sauce.
Marty met Milton at a mutual meeting for mimes who muttered and mumbled. The men met midweek after taking their midterms in a midtown hotel lobby; where entertainment was provided by a minstrel playing musical minuets for 30 minutes. A minority of minors, minus their mismatched mittens, misunderstood the misfits who were directing the program. They became moody and morbid, and left on motorcycles to attend a motivational seminar. Those motor heads, wearing moccasins, quickly mobilized some of the ministers, who had been monopolizing the money collected from the misers.
Milwaukee’s military presence; Maj. Miles Murphy, had managed to maneuver his militia every month, except March. He had molded his men into masculine warriors ready to be Masters of the Massacres. He marched his macho middlemen from midday to midnight; stopping only at mileposts to observe the migrations of mockingbirds. Minutemen from Minnesota, accompanied by a mob of midgets who were short on moonpies, marched their way down the macadam.
A modicum of madness broke out among the moderators, who were trying to maintain a moral method of dealing with the moochers selling moonshine. Marty got migraines from the moonshine, so he cut it with Mogen David to minimize the morphine he had to mainline in order to maintain his ability to move his mouth. A middleweight championship match between two massive men, who were magnificently endowed with muscle, was scheduled for the first Monday in May. The main hall of the municipal center had seen many multitudes of the masses gather for these momentous events. Avid fans, chewing on multivitamins, and mumbling about the men’s room, morphed and multiplied into a muffled multitude that milled around the multiplex waiting for the main event.
The musical madrigals maintained their modesty by mysterious means. The myths about mudslinging had maligned their manhood, causing mood swings among the baritones, who had become melancholy while singing multiple harmonies. Most madrigals measured their mahogany music stands before each main event, to ensure maximum manifestations of the mambo. A map of Manhattan marked the locations where multiple musical matinees were scheduled; and where mathematic and magisterial voices were merged into muted machines recording CDs. A magnificent luncheon spread, featuring Maine mackerel on mango leaves, with sides of macaroni and melon balls, was served by master chefs performing magic tricks at tableside.
A majority of managers had met to mull over the mandate outlawing midweek meetings to discuss manufacturing marble mantel pieces for the mansion. These masterminds produced a masterpiece of masonry using materials that made the mantle machine washable and lint free. The managers use Marco instead of a manikin, as a model to showcase the mantle in a magazine layout. Months later, Marco’s reputation as the mousse master, caused a mishap on Mayday, when all the maidens moussed by Marco, came at him en masse to file a malpractice grievance. The mayor met with Marco to minimize the mayhem.
Much ado about Marko