Those dainty limbs which nature lent / For gentle usage and soft delicacy.

A week after we kicked off her calf that cow was still bawling.

Those features can be talked about in ways that will display my general intelligence to potential mates and friends, who will bow down before my godlike technopowers, which rival those of Iron Man himself.

Yet I sometimes long to pitch at him for daring to lift his eyes this way; I always feel the blood tingling at my finger’s end whenever he crosses my path.