Too much Chablis can make you whablis.
To love is an active verb.
One bliss for which There is no match Is when you itch To up and scratch.
The cow is of the bovine ilk: One end is moo, the other, milk.
I'd rather be a great bad poet than a good bad poet.
Linguistics becomes an ever eerier area, like I feel like I'm in Oz, Just trying to tell it like it was.