Grass is yellow and sodden.

There are memos. I do not receive these.
There is a way of doing things that I am not doing.

Bowling attracts the wrong crowd.

Squirrels are bad actors.
When they eat birdseed, they revel in theft.

The public is not to be trusted.

Candles smell like cologne.
They are labelled vanilla.

Bowlers bowl with spite in their hearts.

I rolled a 142 and danced,
but never went back.