True Tell Tale Signs of Spring

despite what outside temperature register (even absolute zero), the unofficial arrival of summer occurs, when thee eel hip tic, barren, ass hymn tote, ova hottie, foxy, Earthly, scantily clad, bomb shell nubile babe, bra zen lee, ineluctably, innocently insouciantly, prominently, promotes pro pry eh tarry, plus risque provocative proxy, trigger numb matt trick functions, as she doth seductively saunter to approach ever so close, yet never crosses mine orbit, but unknowingly teases (like a firecat, when catch bull struck four), my test toss tee roan needle swings wildly in due sing this ordinary system of a down mellow male to feel doubly breasted, hair reed kinkily, tongue mortised tenon facilitating flagellated fortuitous forays, go win for inflected miniature escarpment, where groan'n pinkish tulips anchored right at the estuary (nee slippery sluice), sans self cleaning coven at the intersection of happy and healthy, heavens to Betsy bursting provocative cadenzas whence, mine skipping heart beat fosters fertilizing fecund fresh field, forthwith fallow paean seeds of life and White Lily deemed verb hot ten fruit, no matter huck cull berry finis wrought twig and berries sounding off a snap, crackle and pop.