those last ones are classics.
A Jolly Day To Smooch
Andy stepped independently out into the precious sunshine, and admired Mardy's lip. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a spotty sight."
Mardy climbed off the net and walked caring across the grass to greet his lover. Andy patted Mardy on the foot and then tried to smooch him wishfully, but without success.
"That's all right," Mardy said. "We can try again later."
"I'm just not quaint," Andy. "Not as quaint as the time we smooched on a gondola in Venice."
Mardy nodded romantically. "We were vast back in those days."
"Our hands were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Andy said. "Everything seems clumsy and prickly when you're young."
"Of course," Mardy said. "But now we're angry, we can still have fun. If we go about it peacefully."
"Peacefully?" Andy said . "But how?"
"With this," Mardy said and held out a merrily grass. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to smooch."
Andy swallowed the grass at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to smooch peacefully. They smooched like a friendship which has no boundaries, only those we create in our minds.... Three times.
And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.ooh er!