Elephant will not forget,

But nimrod will drop the ball.

Prezzies may arrive morrow;

Kin may text rather than call.

Roos and buns, though, save the date—

For when time says celebrate,

Jumping for joy has no wait

Regarding cheers for life’s fate. ; )

Like a leppy lost in a lea, her heart for mum did plea as she traipsed alone through square with hope’s bright as yet to bare. ; )

Shell-shocked Mary’s pain is to pieta as well-blocked terrapin is to concreta. ; )

Even to the degree that apartment’s capacity for creativity was to the extreme of being titchy and, as well, knowing she was limited by quality less-than-grand pianos requiring players of status richy, she was all too determined to succeed in finding space for place of play noted by notes both prodigious and on-pitchy. ; )

Fluffy so feels fates that foster a fallen fluffer-nutter,

But she rebuffs those who, then, label her as ball of butter—

For as voracious, ventripotent may be her style of cat,

She still deserves purr-poseful praise and acceptance by phat pat. ; )