If You Fall Down Those Stairs And

I Could Have Quite Literally Snogged Until The Cows Came Home. And When They Came Home I Would Have Shouted, "what Have You Cows Come Home For? Can't You See I'm Snogging, You Stupid Herbivores???

What Shall I Say? I Must Tread A Fine Line Between Glaciosity And Friendlinosity. With Just A Hint Of 'you Don't Know What You Are Missing, My Fine-feathered Friend.

A Nod Is As Good As A Wink To A Blind Badger.

He Had Everything A Dream Boy Should Have. Back, Front, Sides, Everything. A Head.

This Soft Grass Suggests 'softness' To Me, But Also At The Same Time 'lying-down-ness'.