Inevitably.
-Warblers that whistle instead.
-Tides. The moon’s giving the planet a wedgie.
-Beating your teeth.
-Fiscal irruptions.
-Cloning dinosaurs toot-sweet.
-Muttering maples.
-Working on the rail road for a sensible portion of the live-long day under safe conditions for good pay and benefits.
-Tic tac rock.
-Relaxed chanting.
-Braggadocio within boundaries.
-Voraciousness without visciousness.
-Hollering hawthorns.
-The road more traveled undergoing unannounced renovation and causing all manner of ruckus.
-Fish and ships.
-Absolutely terrifying butterflies.
-Roaring rowans.
-Valleys inside valleys inside valleys.
-Rippled chips and chipped ripples.
-Screaming slippery elm.
-Incredibly foreboding, rune-carved and deeply eldritch fans, air ventilation grating, emergency exit signs, safety railings, etc.
-Ornery oaks look basically whispering willows are FAR over-exposed okay?
-Absurdly gentle and tender mantises.
-The songs of the manatee.
-Festered feverlings.
-Mixing up files.
-Jasmine jam.
-Creaming. As long as it isn’t corn.
-Moxie minus mayhem.
-A discrete and tasteful quantity of shark.
-As long as it’s sharken not stirred.
-A murgatroyd that dares dream of more on earth than under heaven.
-The boundlessness of bluntness.
-Crisses without crosses.
-Biscuit hold the bisc.
-That 1994 ruling that explicitly and forever struck down that goddamned ‘Air Bud’ clause.
-And the subsequent closing of the ‘Air Budgie’ loophole.
-Killer krill.
-Killer krabs, by contrast, are kontinually, kumbersomely overdone. Kruddily.
-Archers arpeggioing.
-A song of sixpence, sang without rye.
-Goes nicely with four and twenty blackbirds on a power line screaming at you.
-Entirely innocuous squids that would just like some fish – or, failing that, to be your friend.
-Borf.
-And, more situationally, Borph.
-But not Borphe.
-Curmudgeonness.
-Crawling, but with dignity and a bit of self-awareness without self-deprecation.
-That little catch when you drop from a chuckle into a chortle.
-Heartwarming made-for-TV family-friendly whole-some minty-fresh machine-washable dramas about friends coming together to overcome the terrible addiction that is carbon-emitting fuels.
-The Early Cretaceous. It deserves more attention.
-Sassafracas.
-The trickiest, stickiest wickets in all the thickets.
-A million pounds of kilograms.
-Or the other way around. Not picky.
-Everything and anything, but not nothing.
-Mutually-unintelligible rudeness.
-Any architecture involving giant turtles. Foundation, ceiling, financial backer – not picky.
-Forkshakes.
-Spoondaes.
-Knife cream cones.
-A million liters of water right in the face.
-Grizzling on bears, beards, and attitudes.
-Vaulted computer banks.
-Rocks with these tiny little bits of moss and lichen on them.
-Many if not all reptiles, sorted by weight.
-Conglormlessness.
-Just the kitchen sink by itself absolutely without any other objects or considerations. In solitary splendor.
-Everything else and also the bathroom sink. Or everything but the bathroom sink.
-The successful expulsion of humanity from the Great Apes by a three-to-one majority. A wise decision.
-Worst fears realized, anticipated, and harmlessly defused.
-Dried foods with lots of flavour on ‘em.
-Ants outside pants.
-Or ants with their own pants.
-Ralphs.
-The corralling and hogtying of the lonely goat-herd as an avalanche-prevention measure.
-The rise and fall of December. Soon it will be done.
-Unpopular pops.
-Rhythm without reason or humanity.
-The oncoming icebergs of our times.
-The final revenge of the penguins.
-And many more, unforeseen.