Poetry, Politics, Pens, Pisces, Program, and Pacing

Why is there nobody out there who's tried to cross political pens with Fiorella? Can it be there's no one on the right who can rhyme, set a beat, or count accented syllables?
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Fio doesn't understand why people advertise on pens, but then, she's not the type to be influenced by the name emblazoned on her ballpoint.
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Ah, salmon and fries for dinner--nothing better. Fio is replete.
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Fio's nightly telenovela has been running two hours this past week, which is daunting. Fio can only take so much elevated drama at a time. Por favor, kill off Danilo and Morgana, give Leticia's family a happy ending, and let Ryan and Laura live happily ever after.
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As Fio said back when Flynn got canned, Trump Tower is crumbling, brick by brick. Quite a few bricks have fallen since then, and the pace seems to be accelerating.

And When Will Hollywood Call?

Thank you, God--in this horrible aftermath of the election, Fiorella needed something upbeat to happen, and it did. Serena called back and asked Fio to meet her next Wednesday at the American-Statesman office so she could make her TV advertising debut for Roger Beasley Mazda. Fio, of course, is thrilled to do so, and not just because she is a natural-born ham. Through the years, she has had a wonderful relationship with the guys at the Georgetown location. They have been not only kept her baby car in good shape, but been unfailingly polite, helpful, cheerful, reliable, and kind, and Fio wants to tell the whole world about how great they are.