The frigid water grips tightly to your lower body, the sheer glacial currents puncture your skin like knife cutting through butter. Seamless.
As the sun rose and stamped its authority on the expanse of azure, supernal rays of light shone down on the glimmering waters of a swimming pool. It wasn't just an ordinary pool, not today. It had a greater purpose on this day, one that outweighed the usual meek ones. Soon after, ominous clouds started to make their stand against the omnipresent sun, and they did with much success.
The floodgates opened and rain gushed down profusely. Puddles of water started to form around the pool as the scene bled irony and confusion.
Gahhh, I can't write for nuts. Anyway, Mr Satire was trying to convey his thoughts to his audience via words, typewritten ones. However, as painfully obvious as it is, the subtlety lies in the seemingly insipid description of the shallow puddles of water. For those who can't seem to catch and hold that latent meaning with both hands, Mr "third party preacher for today" Satire congratulates you for your success in attaining a bronze trophy/qualification in swimming in puddles. And for those who don't understand what Monsieur Satire was ranting about, he has a quote for you. "Vous etes Un Imbecile".
Since this blog is a caregroup one, Mr Satire has decided not to go too far with his subtle mannerism and unmatched intellect. If readers of this website thinks that Mr Satire does not deserve his respected and acclaimed authorship, Mr Satire gladly thinks that you're dead wrong. He was employed to construe offensive yet comedic sentences with his fingers, and to conjure literal magic with his renowned wand. For an unknown reason (unknown to Mr Satire is as good as impossible to homo sapiens), Mr Satire can't seem to talk about the water baptism he went through earlier as it would be terribly unfair to the other bloggers that Mr Satire only rants about his experience. Oops, pot calling a kettle black.
Did you get it? If so, raise your hands in the air and scream the following words at the top of your lungs. "My reflection so smart, that when he (if you're a feline) or she (if you're a canine) read the dictionary, he saw the Bible"