Some say we have no colour,

That our cousins are cooler,

Fleurs downgrade like snowed couloir.

We say best reflects are white,

Bias in bloom deserves wite,

Tulip saints rise might like withe. ; )

While spring is plumming over cheekbones and kid is funning with knucklebones and pup is gumming on marrowbones, I shall continue sunning all lazy bones. ; )

Both beach box and speech lots hold capacity to change—realized when those who undress address [POB?] and those who overword underdress [gloss?]. ; )

Regarding the space she chose to abide

When escaping life’s rising lows of tide,

Sophia did serenely, sleekly slide

Through where her soul could securely confide—

Buoyed by elementals’ graceful guide,

Ever resisting exit’s stillicide. ; )

Alas, today is dromedary day,

When the keeper gives a heartier hey

As he throws noticeably fresher hay;

But, for him to deserve a hip-hooray,

Each non-Mittwoch must lose its wankle way,

Else tongue-lashing spray just might more than may. ; )