Shuttered windows trap inside their straight, square-ish, stoic, static, shy faces a complement of enclosed spaces: unfettered gay circles of brilliantly, dynamically expressive tripudiation. ; )

Dear eared deer, who perceives an oppugnant bark, fear not what is near—for it is not a wolf-were of leer, but just a peaceful pug who has met a bee’s bite pointedly stark.

They say the dux is wiser than most and who even opts tasks with ink and quill. But, how erudite really are they who pass cats’ taps by open window sill. ; )

When the axe hits a vug, the canary chirps to adorn as when nibs bear beak’s tug, macaw sweetly smirks for cob’s corn. ; )

Traipsing fizgig of velvet shoes beams cherry lips at passing whos. Matched hair and dress do softly sway with joyful jig for brightful day. Resplendent are the souls we meet who share their shine to beat by feet. ; )