Today, Mars Chocolate North America unveiled a humorous new online content series starring beloved actor and comedian David Koechner, who rhapsodizes
, analyzes and agonizes over peanuts in truly original fashion.
Lucia, still rhapsodizes
about his first taste of luxury.
Williams, an accomplished author and staff writer for The Guardian, rhapsodizes
about Miles Davis's seminal jazz album Kind of Blue and explores the far-reaching influence of the album on 20th century music, musicians and music lovers.
Dominique Mercy inquires repeatedly of audience members as he whistles and wheezes, or when Metchild Grossman turns Japanese and rhapsodizes
over the pronunciation of words such as "sushi" and "samurai," wrapping her lips around each word as if it were a verbal gumdrop.
With its piano introduction, "Perfectly Flawed" starts out slow and gradually gains momentum, rising in a graceful arc as Shamaya rhapsodizes
romantically about individuality.
In one tell-tale example, Levine rhapsodizes
that the giant ads in Times Square should be replaced with "children's art, artists' videos, recipes, and safe-sex comics.
In contrast, Airmet's "Two Nights / One Moon" rhapsodizes
the effects of nature on two lovers:
about Teresa Weatherspoon: "Strong gusts of wind begin when cornrow-shaped clouds spin and form as T-Spoon steps on court to perform.
What's more, he even rhapsodizes
about the car in contemporary American culture: "We are still passionate about the automobile.
A Dan Quayle strikes heroic postures against easy targets like Murphy Brown, without acknowledging that he is attacking a pure manifestation of the market that he rhapsodizes
on other days.
, as she always has, about that order of beautiful nobodies known as supermodels, a cult of which she is herself an ordained priestess.
As an example of Kotkin's atavism (to use a suitably Victorian term), he rhapsodizes
about the British and American imperial era:
As one connoisseur rhapsodizes
, "It's always time for coffee.
But the plot is hard to follow, for the text is hardly what you'd call "composed"; instead, its lipstick is smeared, its hair a mess, its mascara running as the nameless narrator rhapsodizes
over love's joys and desolations.
Housman is remembered today mostly for his A Shropshire Lad, self-published in 1896, a slim book of short rhymed poems that rhapsodizes
over the charms of England's "plain youth.