Word Furrows from Emily:
gristle
bantam weight
tumescent
luminesce
knocked up

Tumescent thought he was, to luminesce was beyond this poor bantamweight’s ability (having been raised on only gristle), so he was forced to find his way back in the dark, by which time his betrothed had already been knocked up. They were married in the Cistine Chapel and settled down in Moldavia, eventually succumbing to the waspy conformity of curtsies and curfews, until their baby was born with tentacles and he could no longer hide the secret of her conception.

Words Furrows from Lily
beast
tawdry
antimacassar
spurious
cylindrical
salt

Were a tawdry beast to spuriously come between us, I would …

oh wait, new words

‘luminesce’ isn’t in my dictionary. spelling? luminescent? luminous?

The tumescent member of the gristly bantamweight fighter was hardly fitting to knock up my luminescent lady.

Your waspy tentacles of conformity may impose a curfew on the Cistine Chapel, but we shall curtsy until the cows come home in Moldavia (for we are WOMYN).

Any beast worth it’s salt knows that an antimacassar cannot be cylindrical, and if one were, in a spurious mood, to create one, it would be completely tawdry.

After Rufus, a beast of a tawdry nature, hung out his antimacassar to dry, he spuriously created a cylindrical statue of salt with which to lure a new mistress. (that was in order)

The tawdry wench spuriously described the antimacassar in glowing terms, but the beast knew better than to spend his stipend on cloth when he could be buying salt, and unceremoniously dumped her in the cylindrical water trough instead.

“That antimacassar has got to go!” my grandma howled (as beasts are wont to do), tossing it in the cylindrical vessel in the kitchen (otherwise known as a trash can), whilst sprinkling salt around the tawdry room in the spurious hope that it would evict the smell.