Ah, Spring. As a child I used to love the bright sunlight that filtered through the dawning of the day. I revelled in the warmth that lightly toasted my skin and basked in the joy of it’s effervescent glow. I’d spend hours running through the wilds of the forest chasing the winged beauty of the Butterfly and once caught, I would marvel at the patterns that decorated it’s wings and stroke the delicate little hairs that covered it’s body like a blanket of love. Sometimes the silky feel of it’s form would gross me out and that’s when I would remember that Butterflies are just moths wearing make-up. The deception would cause me to swell with a burning hate, my ire rising with each breath that I took. The rage would only to be quelled when I reached forth for a rock, bashing it repeatedly against the wretched winged creature of deceit. Up and down the rock would fall, crushing and pulverizing and all the while, the maniacal laughter that pushed forth from my lungs would echo around the forest as I cursed the lies that nature told!!
Er…maybe we should move on to today’s letter and pretend that the above NEVER happened…
Cockney rhyming slang-Boat-race
Examples-Eww, what is the strange, unsightly growth growing out of Sarah Jessica Parker’s boat-race? Oh my bad, it’s Sarah Jessica Parker.