The curtain rises on a dance of showers and blooms, where fools find their stage, and the skies play a tune of renewal.

I'm the skin of a peach or the head of a dandelion. What am I, that also describes the fur of a pup or a little stuffed lion?

Up a creek of feces without my aid, nautical nonsense ensues until you grasp the handle of this blade.

I did gagoogity that girl. I gashmoigittied her gaflavity with my googis, and I am sorry Giggity

You've made it, the summit, you're at the top. I'm the apex, the peak, so you have to stop. Whether a mountain or career, The only way is down, when you're here.