Like a woman in a trance, she stood in the manicured grounds of the Gothic cemetery and sadly digested the loss of her sailboat in last week's regatta.
Tripping barefoot through the garden, the queen snagged her toenail on a rosebush, and stumbled, her diadem flying off, after which she let out a fervent oath, but, with a commendable air of restraint, she refrained from ordering the gardener to be executed.
Kenny's pigeon won top prize in the "Best Pigeon" contest, so it was a heartbreak when his pigeon died. He hit the bottle, and decided not to let a good bird go to waste. He cooked up some pigeon fricassee, ate it, then commented, "Tastes like applesauce."
I didn't float over the crowd, but sailed above it at a velocity that was rare for human beings to achieve, a feat that mirrored my other considerable achievements in life.
Did Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna find Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin's tirade about the Tsarevich's health useful? Did she understand electrical engineering? In both cases, the answer is: "Doubtful".
"Gee, Mr. Schvitzer!" said a breathless reporter to Johan "the Preacher" Schvitzer in Geneva, Switzerland. "You've just read the entire Book of Deuteronomy to a packed congregation!! What are you going to do next?!"
In the silence, Johan boarded his tractor, carnations in one hand and a tub of vanilla ice-cream in the other, and declared: "I'm going to Disneyland!"
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Roses
Red
Violets
Blue
B-52
The redhead had roses in her cheeks and twin bazookas that strained the violet silk of her blouse like B-52s headed down the runway. One look at her had me singing the blues about the wedding ring on my finger.
My alarm clock sang like a canary in the stillness of the morning, if a canary could be said to be chirpy and horrible and electronic. I swore, left the warm cocoon of my bed, and retired to the smallest room in the house, there to clean the porcelain throne with a small dose of Clorox. This morning chore done, I entered my modest kitchen, sliced a piece of ginger into even smaller pieces, dumped them in a mug, poured boiling water and a half-teaspoon-full of honey on top, covered it with a saucer, and left the result to steep in peace.
After drinking this concoction, which eased my badly painful throat somewhat, I cursed the deception of the morning commuter who infected me with the dreaded lurgy, and used my mobile telephone to convey to my immediate superior that I would not come into the office, as I was suffering from the flu. What a blessing is the ability to communicate with others quickly! All hail 5G mobile towers!
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Ring
Pocket
Posy
Falling
Down
The lickspittle bureaucrat slimed up to firstest ever bull elected as president of the whole wide world.
"Sir," he smugged, "Surely you're the finest bovine in existence, whose name will reverberate forever."
Feeling frisky, he raised a double entendre salute before continuing, "Sir, may we clinch to prove my love?"
They did, and the subsequent squish was a good lesson not to rely on bull. At least in disregard.
After the threshing was done for the day, I brushed off the chaff that made a pattern on my smock, then wandered down to Crispin's Tea Shop with my coworkers to eat tasty scones while Crispin serenaded us on the violin.
It was a beautiful Sunday, and the crowd was out in solidarity with Queen. But alas, when the first person raised his voice in a rendition of the words "Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me," his attempt was timorous and off-key, and the riot started.
First, someone threw a jar of mayonnaise at him to get him to shut up. Then, while stunned, he was run over by someone else's Camry.
Then they all agreed to sod it and go to the football instead ... whilst I, seeing as the day was indeed a Sunday and, lo, quite beautiful, adjourned to the park and poisoned some pigeons. (They tried to hide, but they still went for peanuts - when coated with cyan-hide).
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Masochism
Epsilon
Tragic
Elephant
Obsequious
In a bit of obsequious masochism, Trudy joined the sorority Pi Kappa Epsilon. They were known for wearing elephant pants. In a tragic twist of fate, she accidently wore skinny jeans, and got trampled by the other girls.