She refused the proffered gift of a dead bee.
It may have been indeed, propinquity.
He left the sugared drink, in favor of tea.
It must have been the bioavailability.
Sometimes writers think they need to cuss.
I think: a simple case of mumsimus.
Her perfect pitch, to the choir was supplemental.
Strange, because she was so occidental.
She showed me how to make her sauerkraut.
What years of fermented dreams were all about.
They taught me all the perils of unbelief.
When I grew up to be good-oh such relief.
The offer of a friendship met deaf ears and cold reception.
To a lesser person, ‘twould result in sure defection.