I love puns, especially bad ones, and am a proponent of prolific alliteration. Can't help myself, so patience is requested.
Persistent Percy and his Pal were purloining prize pieces yesterday while Notch politely asked permission (denied). Perspiration poured while I milked and later as I plodded up the hill with pails, huffing and puffing all the way.
Okay, I'll quit. It's obviously not good to let my mind go free-wheeling as I'm doing chores. It could place me in peril. Perish the thought!