Granted, your wish that you shall have, for nothing else is better. For a post, that's both lyrical and whimsical, but composed for a simple letter. For my wish, you see is quite a dish, quite as tasty as it is splendid. I wish for the next post to have rhythm, to rhyme, as I have purposefully intended.

But all is not well, our wishes came true. And it was as dull for me as it was for you. A wish we have wasted, both grand and magnificent. Has, but through a twist of irony, became bland yet maleficent. For every post forever more, you see. Shall lack whimsy forever more, for you and me.