“Grass? More like ass!🤪🤪🤪🤪” Dumbeldoor’s long lushous beard sweeped the green blades tips. The grass whistled in the wind, a single blade in a flurry of others. Dumbledee knew though, that one of the lushiously green strands was not like the others — this one was special. The smexy Shreak green grass cracked in anticipation of dumbledongs foot.
“This lawn is not off limits mr dimbledomble 😏” the zaza green weedy grass sultrily cried at the old man.
“Just you wait my pookie green darling, only good plants get daddy’s dogs”
“I used to be a good plant, I promise my dumblewumbleboobear, except nice plants always finish last.
Dongdings massive lengthy girthy left gripper decended upon the helpless grass blade. “That’s what you get for speaking such profound profain profanity you bad bad glade”