Because it Entertains Me

When faced with scathing winds and torrents pouring forth stain, your mind thinks cleverly to the leprous angels found in all train crashes.

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Where it not for the dizzy whiptail ambivalence of your crumbling fleece, I could never contemplate the ways of so many merchant bankers in heat.

Your dainty nostrils flare with the humblest grandiosity of an ant swallowing a water buffalo.

The French Foreign Legion could not match the lucid beauty of your toenails!

Your pendulous thorax makes cellists envious of the rotund sounds emanating from your nose in D minor.

Your elbow patches rumble with a fear reminiscent of mayonnaise cradled in scotchguard.

You are the swordfish that will never shower.

Convexion sees between your eyes. Herds of gazelle concave at your feet!

Your dashingly colored toupee twists my right boot into a state of ennui with the speed and dexterity of many lemon meringue-coated conquistadors.

You are the sound of one lip kissing.

As the bile slowly rises in my incandescent eluxulator, your mere presence has a calming effect upon my rabies.