Perchance, parroting papal piosity, preacher plants pride, ports pomp, precludes pathos. ; )

Certainly, had there been a way to adjust the scream via some sort of scordatura—that would have been preferred to replacing the *entire* vacuum. But, natheless, puppers was able to belt out a winsome whine—ie. not a wincing one—in tune with the more contemporary carpet cleaner, meriting the arrival of congratulatory company in its old corner of dark and doom, which, now, had earned title of ‘Nook Of Bark And Bloom’. ; )

“Well, considering the apes that frequent this place most days and the baboons that visit the others, we figured why not have our aleconner come from the simian pool too? Who better to determine there is no monkey business happening around this brew crew by ensuring hops are balanced pops and tips are no tab gyps?” ; )

Oh, indeed, as Chip stopped to smell the petals fell by the breeze,

His munk-mates, jollily sated, labelled his act as sotisse,

But the fan of floral scents knew he was not the nutty head—

For olfactory opts ever enhance taste of life’s sweet spread. ; )

Leah frolicked through the floral lea,

Chasing after her best bunny,

But as it was a bit stuggy,

Satiated from peony,

She found it in a state of zee,

Dreaming more blooms to kiss for free. ; )