It was human

She heard a   wail between her legs.She had given birth.She had no idea what caused it but it  was very intriguing.It was human.

His lies were enough to make  sackcloth  pleat.He was a born denier.He could fake any commotion and lie with emotion.He was an actor,you see,

Why not  break  the maths off and leave the  arrest to me? It doesn’t make sins!
How about  some data? We could correlate.Or is it co-relate?

Don’t grieve the hens.They are laid up already

She made her step black with boot polish so the carpets have foot prints.Very a la mode.But what a mood she was in.He meted out her punishment.A cup of tea!Next time paint it, he said.There’s no next time she said as she ran away with the postman.

Take care of your  rioting? No,take the cat  for the ironing.But why? Because he’s bored stiff and lying flat.
How about a bike pump?That will do the trick and get him rowing  [ is that having a row?]

 To  make  me alive  is not my job.I’ll take it from  there.

Stroke  the cat  strongly  weekly or weakly daily.

Fake it from me.I love you with all my parts.

Take it to the  gimlet or is it the hamlet? For  sighing out proud,ask someone.Shakespeare here?