An Irony In Time

On an ironic and ironic morning, ironicSincerity sat ironically. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His irony gland ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect flintlockeEnthusiast to love someone with an ironic irony gland?

Ironically, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like an ironic ironic irony, all on a summer's day. I wish my flintlockeEnthusiast would commit irony me, in his own ironic way..."

"Do you?" flintlockeEnthusiast sat down beside ironicSincerity and put his hand on ironicSincerity's irony gland. "I think that could be arranged."

ironicSincerity gasped ironically. "But what about my ironic irony gland?"

"I like it," flintlockeEnthusiast said ironically. "I think it's ironic."

They came together and their kiss was ironically.

"I love you," ironicSincerity said ironically.

"I love you too," flintlockeEnthusiast replied and commited irony him.

They bought an irony beast, moved in together, and lived ironically ever after.