Whether blooming early or readying late,

Leaving vulnerability is at stake,

But, then, from that courageously ripe message,

Evokes spirited hope for souls tripe-visaged. ; )

Gulls mull in lull of nosh’s null, perching in anticipation of stridulation, when out of sights call for flights of bites, freeing from sill will of bill to find its fill. ; )

Doggo, at this point, had had quite enough

Of mum’s stories regarding kitten stuff,

So at her worn words he did counterbuff

His toughest and most recalcitrant ruff.

Now, she reads on past his unheeded huff

With new, no-mew tales about pups who puff. ; )

Though a windbag may bullyrag your steady stance from quite well to bent hell, look to rooted strength for grace, whence a turn towards heaven will quell the fell. ; )

Her synderesis, for Tess, suggests there is no sin in less of dress, especially if its essence does bless steps of cheered swing releases. ; )