Peteroo's Blog

Try not swindling this orange-bellied flowerpecker for laws of supply and demand suggest dickering with one alit on abundance may result in a deal that involves sour grapes.

Golden hue dissembles the truth: neither Tic-Tacs nor beans of jelly are these that are dared to be shared.

Listen for the lively coo to know this floral denizen is of a krewe, not equipped with beads, but, still, ready with ovular brights indeed.

Back at the nest, there chirps more than a singular chick—each asking for more and more via an avian schtick. And, I respond with assurance after an out-chill-now tchick. ; )

House of Sydney hosts guests of singing sorts. Stages star stars of profound talent emitting arias.

Some days, wafture invites an alternative ilk. Candidates of realpolitik persuade with acumen regarding pragmatics before Teds turn attentions toward their conferences.

House well-defined who rests by the harbour, you, above all, are a residence both of and for yes buts: purposes off-label are equally welcome—for an opera is just a story and a story is just a truth or opine and the latter are all that can be shared or shown or sung. ; )

So fine is the spine, pages turned it not only isosceles, but, as well, swellegant.

Misbegotten facsimiles open to an awkward arc, whose pages are stamped with a water mark.

Story’s middle limns affrightment as hero’s strength theoretical is tested by encounters thersitical.

Reader hopes last chapter will find a sunny horizon; meanwhile, events flip forward until the one has won. ; )

Pocket full of no posies, rather rosies—hues of White Zinfandel, Bloody Caesar, and peach wine.

A tortoise would give the first one a munch. The second one could quell a glunch. Should the third one complement best friend’s daily scrunch?

From a behind place, pontificates a voice picking on another’s picked choice, so hips and drifts and lips remain unturned.

Blooms feel cared by a gullywasher—and, as well, the sulky-watcher who brings them to purpose outside familiar ground. ; )

In a duck’s world, the Overton window is ever open to bay rights and quacks reform. Bills of equality are solved by numismatic means. Now, crests may be pointed in the right direction. Or, aves may be making waves by buckjjumping at the first sight of a situation that contains only a farthing of importance. ; )