Sow! Sow! Shouted the cruel farmers wife while she sipped on her lemonade and sewed her doily in the shade.
The brutalized farmer, completely exhausted, suffering beyond comprehension, his hands blisters the size of bullfrogs, his joints aflame with pain, barely conscious, lingering on, slaving away over the field, clinging to the hoe and hope that his wife would die before him so he could retire in peace merely muttered under his breath, for he did not have the energy for anything more substantial.
I hate when people start sentenses with SOW or SEW, epsecially when they are pretentious and put too many commas.