During our honeymoon’s longing flight to Nola,

We quenched each of thirst and breath with bubbly cola.

Then, we snogged a bit by lobby’s scagliola

‘Fore mixing bed’s sheets with coke and areola. ; )

Melanie, one of the most well-respected biologists in her field, valued her time at sea the most, especially with her mantas, but she also understood the integral part desk work played in conservation efforts. Often, such tasks would require producing data-based arguments and pitched persuasions, which, occasionally, resulted in both parties at odds regarding solutions—or any progress at all. In those circumstances, she would remotivate herself by off-signing with the epiphonema, “Ocean’s apart today, but seas’ together ways will sing in sync with ray’s res—dropped as golden, sunny plays!” ; )

Julie hardly needed more incentive, having practiced twelve-hour days for years. Even though she continued to hope for her name in neon, accepting her continued cislunar circumstance helped her, funnily enough, feel more driven—not so much to keep falling short of the moon, but to keep burning up the dance floors in her Queens scenes. ; )

Feeling it was nigh impossible to stay intelligently informed whilst, as well, avoiding the punditocracy, she, natheless, waved her white flag, risking the peace of ignorance in hopes that her daily dose could come, instead, via trusted friends, as a daisy posed—brightly shaped, fairly draped, and securely taped. ; )

Seasoning as silver linings, Heidi and Ox chill with the quill, hoping Phil will be boxed by his shadow, delaying their date with Sunny’s days, when they must disembogue from cherished place—shifting from pristine peace to go’s flow. ; )