Puffy plant proboscises persist to pester, per propinquitous proliferations of perky plant pistils pouting profusely with ponderous plumes of pollens purposely producing presently pronounced piles of pesky pollen puddles.
Busy breathing bountiful buds bursting with blankets of boundless botanical byproducts of benevolent budding blossoms by vexing with a viral vengeance of potent pollutants to persist in potential pollinations; plainly pestering the passing populace.
Saturations of seedy springtime soot seriously stresses sensitive schnozzles. Suffering sinus stuffiness seems so stressful since a strained septum certainly sets sensations of stubborn symptoms so stifling that snorts of snot should be slightly sniffled or seriously sneezed so certain situations should soon settle.
Perplexing predicament; perhaps?
Particularly passionate patches of petalled poppies, purple pansies, pink posies & prickly pines predictably participate in promoting this primary procreative purpose.
Tissue toting turns tempting to anticipate apprehending annoying and occasional 'achoos'!
• What is a Rodeo? ••• : A Rodeo is a skills competition tradition of the American Cowboy. One feature of the competition is Bull-riding. Cowboys attempt to ride a bull for 8 seconds before being disqualified for touching the bull with their free hand, or especially for being thrown to the ground.
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• The 'Rodeo' poem format: (an EWK Original Poetic Prototype) ••• 1) themed by the spirit of the Old American West 2) 8 lines of 8 syllables each 3) each line begins with the last letter of the previous line 4) no beginning capital letters, lower-case throughout; except proper nouns will be capitalized 5) period punctuation at lines (4) & (8) 6) end-rhyme words not required ••• #RodeoPoem Welcome to add this tag to your own Rodeo poem!
My father reluctantly sold his scooter, which he bought from his first salary. Now we go on car rides, filled with stories and struggles of him and the scrapped scooter. In his eyes, I could see he was still sad that it was gone, but somewhere happy that once it was with him.
That evening, he taught me that "It is okay to leave a person behind weighing you down and still cherish happy memories of them." ---- Once I went shopping with my mother. On our way, she gave money to a homeless man and later told me we have to walk all the way back home, as we were ten rupees short of cash. The idea of walking exasperated the angsty teenager inside me.
While walking back, we saw the same man buying food from streets and feeding his son. My mother just smiled at them and took me back home.
There was this look in her eyes that taught me, "Being kind towards humanity is what makes us human." --- I saw my younger sister struggling for hours to draw a digestive system for her school project. Next day, she was graded "B" with no words of appreciation. Still her smile graced no ounce of disappointment.
That smile told me, "All that matters are full-hearted efforts to achieve grade " A" in the struggle called life. " //Little Things//