Pending someday

This is my vegan snake, Eve, and if you feed her an apple, I promise you, in a manner completely devoid of any plausible desipience, that she will thank you with a kiss that leaves the object of her affection completely skinless.

Some flumadiddle in the middle of the Easter riddle asked how the tulip knows when the two lips’ nose scents sense may next month be floppy, but for these winding weeks is quite currantly like a bouncing bunny in a field of florals—hoppy! ; )

After filling brain and modeling for pane and petaling a gain, she slept like a stane.

To a wooden heart, warmed only by a blanket of sooty sordes, arrives an offering of brilliant bliss.