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. ; )

Indeed, some birds will be found jazzing out tips and taps in early-twentieth-century speakeasies,

But a toucan can can-can up a buzz over bobs in the flapperdom of equatorial trees. ; )

Sammy had squirrelled away a stash, but it was not as replete as Sandy had requested, so, as a self-admitted meacock, especially regarding all-too-common encounters with a certain other going nuts over nuts, he began developing an investment scheme that would grow his amassed assets to the extreme and verify completion of his date-mate’s dream. ; )

As eyes espy elusive butterflies,

Who always opt alight instead of bite,

Lips pensively pursed find new wonders nursed

By feathered touch of finest flutters such

That amort feelings change to joyful sings. ; )