Carpe diem, carp, amongst each kissing bubble—‘fore eve’s fishy figures—coy-coons, pad-foots, and rue-mews—seek a drink from your sink with laps of tongue-tipped trouble. ; )

Of course, the regret the egret felt after wading into wildest waters did wane after a glimpse of nymphs exploring the effervescence splashing as anaglyphs amid broadcasting bubble-bursts fated feet deftly to bill’s will. ; )

“Oh, yes, some claim I am a quack for using a pantograph to trace tyke trios for facsimile funds, but the bucks speak for themselves: photographs most often make way for the demand of paintings that pass for click-snapped ducks. ; )

Hannibal may have been the one who first skirted away with orichalcum in his case, but Ellie’s trunk has always set the gold standard for having her thirst squirted. ; )

“Remora, I do not adore ya.” reflected the sullen shark. “And, from this devilish sea, I would like to send you, by impropriation, to the Holy See, where you can burden as benefice in an anointed abyss. ; )