two jumps and the hoop falls up

A slender but mystified ear worm song that under normal circumstances would be near impossible to replace was quick to devote itself towards ringing true, albeit, blue.

When the prize is awarded and the nincompoop who won it strides valiantly to the podium, the second and third place chagrined quietly in their only partially comfortable chairs at the banquet. Sometimes we question the effort.

Star gazing during a four sevenths clouded night is just as hit and miss as attempting to fly a kite when only the gusts can raise it. The onboarding interlocutionarily dry vixen was a pleasure to look at but a bore to listen to. Which is better, the looks or the hears?

An ear worm song, a winning nincompoop, flying a kite at night that is partly clouded where only gusts can raise it and that monotonic vixen all have in common but a handful of things. Clearly they have in common being a part of this post. Secondly, they all have within them a subatomic structure that has equal components among all matter. Lastly, vocabulary was stretched to come up with their presentation in this post.