One Day Till Tomorrow

He didn't print the helium properly so it looked odd on the blog.  Contrariwise his fonts stormed like something out of a primitive hayride.  So it made the most sense when the Cardinal told him to lay off.

"They make cheese that tastes like cheese!" she said worryingly.  "What's next? Sequels to movies spun-off from ice skating quarterfinals?"

I'll admit, he was a plus one on the dance floor.  The craven streetcleaner wouldn't quote me on that, howsoever the firmware nor his hat fit the rearrangement.  He thought he was quite optical when the shades were drawn.

Was there mead for the many or simply fizz for the few?  He broke down & let everyone call him "Rebecca."  He mispronounced mise en scène in the middle of the night, & begged us to forgive him his slurred spectacles.

Everyone says she won't be invited to any pantries in the near future.  "At last I have my hurts," she deviated into the cold.  "No one will mansplain musical theater to me again!"

All out of turns, they left the arcade wobbly.  "You do know," he started to say, "I've no extra space in the glove compartment."

"That's so," she never took the time to reply.  "The most natural odor you'll find repellent merely because society strong-arms stepchildren."

What a shame the random people took reindeer seriously!