When you hear the rattle of the doorknob clattering hurriedly as though the handler is being pursued by a masquerade, marvel not, for those two are at it again.
Oh! I guess it's high time I told you of what SIMILE has been doing to IRONY. Till date, their lovey-dovey tale still remains a paradox. For when it began, we all thought it was only a HYPERBOLIC imagination, a misconception of our ungodly hearts. Till we heard from SYNECDOCHE the ouch... ouch... dang... bang onomatopOEIA PUN sound they emit each time they are alone behind closed doors.
Abomination! Father METAPHOR must hear this! But who will tell him? As a matter of fact, the ANTITHESIS of this parable is the burden that has been saddled on their uncle LITOTES to personally break the news of what his son SIMILE has been secretly doing with his sister IRONY whenever they are alone. As their uncle, he knows his poor brother, METAPHOR would be dejected. Ever since his wife kicked the bucket coupled with his role as a priest, he has tried everything within his power to ensure he gave his children the very best.
Oh! how IRONIC, that the children of the newly ordained priest would be the ones to engage in such an act.
For if tomorrow he finds out, how will poor METAPHOR be able to carry out his priestly duties or even pray to his God? Come to think of it, how will he even be able to face the love of his life, their mother, when he eventually takes his place beside her in the family tomb?
Hmm... I can hear cacophonous sounds; the mishmash of running footsteps, oh my God! SIMILE is alone with IRONY, and they are at it again.
Written by KCPWESH
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