Lolita, light of my life...
...might fail to yell "Foil!"...
...or opt to yell "Epee!" --
she's just that unpredictable...
On an exceptionally hot evening...
...having no expectation, none yell...
...such triple-digit temps can leave even the most gung-ho Russian peasant unmotivated...
(With a tip of the Uly Poe turban to Mr Dickens.) Note gestes by festive mimes whose crest shows zest of limes, undress'd -- in jest,...