Good day, tiger. It pleases to hear you chuffle, but I better not believe it is suppressing a chortle lest you want to engage me in a scuffle.
I could not manage for you a dupe of Ferdinand’s cork tree, but I present to you, instead, your miss’s roses in boots below paletot’s naked knees.
Ooh, your pumper’s pats sync with goombay’s pets at the sight of such a gift? Well, that is that point!—to give my lion-heart a sincere uplift.
Even with life’s kicks, replete resilience has ever resided in both me and you—in that we teach the other how to turn each bloody bruise into a bloomy shoe. : )