The ship, which had almost levelled off, dipped down again.
The boat moved downward after first calming finally.
The bow of shit raised high in the air.
the two men were racing their motorcycles down the highway
There are two women
And whistle and warble a lively sprong.
Two ladies with three donkeys.
Only someone with a certain skill with makeup, as well as at least a superficial resemblance, could pull off the impersonation in broad daylight.
Two women are outside in the rain.