Peter packed his photographs post permission from persnickity Albert- the fabulous, pontificating, palaverous, bossman. Peter was pleasantly surprised with the precipitous reaction of the ants once placed on the qualified quail.
Peter a former philematologist preferred to parade in a poncho when foolproofing the failsafe of his performance. Peter's picture palimpsest was picked to be proudly presented in a pageantry prepicked by Albert; to be passed accompanied with his precious, petricolous ants.  Despite the personificationless passion of the qualified quail; Peter's Panglossian proclivity prevailed.


Peter prepared for the next phase of his plan; which is the petri plating of the ants. Peter plunged the packaged ants inside the front pocket of his pants.
Peter's mind was preoccupied with plans of preserving Regina's palindromes
in their perfect embryonic state, that he unwittingly made a paltry mistake.

Peter's finger accidentally perturbed the rooftop of the petri plate,
which promoted the pandimonium inside of the plastic ant estate.
Pascal- the proby president of the perplexed ants colony assumed his partial duty
& portentously pointed out to the petrified crowd the way out of Peter's pants.
Peter- the proud pupil's face turned palid in a painstaking way.
Perspiring, Peter pronounced in a pragmatic style "There are ants in my pants".
Pascal and his prisonmates proceeded to procession down Peter's planked legs.
Procuring the picture perfect piratesque escape.

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I was going for a Peter Piper picked tongue twister kinda thing. But this sorta turned into this crazed text remix with lots of p words in them! :)
I loved dee's The Alphabet.  I  wanted to play :)