Arvos are for architecting vivid dreams—

Preferably, with rainbow-sprinkled ice creams

Rather than any anthropophagous screams—

As the former tastes like cherried heaven seems,

While the latter flavours more of sourest themes. ; )

“Hun, that excavation was so bananas!” exasperated Noomi.

“Dear, I think considering ourselves ache-ologists would surely be more apt.” agreed Neil.

“Shall we break out some waragi until our pains turn foggy?” queried the missus.

“Yes, madam! You got the—*best* for toasting a toasty day in Uganda!” confirmed the mister. ; )