retouch
Christmas trouble
In a misguided quest, a reckless couple decided to steal Christmas. With ill intentions, they rigged Santa’s sleigh to explode, scattering gifts and shattering dreams. But in that destructive moment, they realized the enormity of their actions. Remorse filled their hearts as they witnessed the devastation they had caused. In the aftermath, they sought redemption, vowing to make amends and restore the spirit of Christmas they had foolishly tried to extinguish.
Valentines day
Cupid’s arrows fly, hitting targets true, As couples indulge in sweet rendezvous.
But the haters, they cringe, rolling their eyes, “Bah! Humbug!” they grumble, with sarcastic sighs.
Gift shops decked out, bursting with hearts and lace, As love-struck souls plan their romantic embrace. Yet some souls lament, feeling oh-so blue, “Can’t we just skip this day? I’ve got better things to do!”
klunken Bottle
With her board under her feet, the cool skater effortlessly glided through the park. The sun beat down, and her energy waned. She paused, sweat glistening, feeling the thirst creep in. She quenched it with a swig from her water bottle, then resumed her stunts, her spirit undeterred, conquering the concrete jungle one trick at a time.
Happy 30th
So here’s to my brother, the birthday boy, Embarking on a journey where youth’s just a ploy. But fear not, dear sibling, age is just a number, Embrace the laughs, the mocking, and the lumber.
It’s me
In a world where ideas take flight, There’s a professional, oh so bright. A creative soul, with a mind so vast, Their imagination, unsurpassed. With brush and pen, they craft and create, A master of art, a talent innate. Innovative and bold, they break the mold, Bringing stories to life, with tales untold. They dance with colors on the canvas’s edge, Words flow like music, on the paper’s pledge. With each stroke and line, they weave a tale, A testament to their artistic sail.
Thirsty?
A gift, simple yet practical, A water bottle, a choice so tactical. Its sleek design, a vessel to hold, Hydration’s embrace, a story unfold. In vibrant colors or patterns of cheer, It brings refreshment, crystal-clear. A companion for adventures, near and far, Quenching the thirst, like a guiding star.
It’s all fake
Roses and love notes, a romantic charade, While skeptics quip, “Isn’t love overplayed?” They mock the grand gestures, the clichés they find, But secretly, a touch of envy hides behind.