Happily does lissome Puss In Socks

Head towards estate away from docks,

With both steady and confident trot,

Called to Mouse King’s witenagemot,

Which surely must be a trap of kind

If not a crack from pea’s nutty mind.

Regardless, kit knows what to advise:

A planted drop of prickly surprise—

Followed, of course, by reseating throne,

Including court—sans those who bite bone. ; )

Bell preferred to make way towards a point break; in south’s reef, the waves were weaker.

Bell’s prefaced mistake—kay two boors a joint break-in’s stouthrief—delayed her sneaker. ; )

Shut out sunshower before all the fuss

Of fine floors turned into bathybius.

Panes’ rattles fleeting come with such sleeting,

So immune to pleading for their ceding.

Down windows still preserve ups’ lifts by light

Until Ella’s cinders glow through the night.

Whether weathering either side of sill,

Enduring patience reigns where, too, rain will. ; )

Black kniqht readies to capture pawn

Unannounced by waiting wait’s shawm.

White knight checks with bishop and queen

Regarding plots dark and unseen.

Moves amidst kingdom’s wits do square

Dates with mates, setting dare v fair. ; )

Cook’s captain caught the sea lawyer yet still biting back regarding query of din’s fish’s state that did lack.

For orders were to have sea lawyer grilled upon plate—three to skipper, one to each hand, and pair to first mate.

Saucy swab, though, was indeed no sea lawyer to fear; he was choice first course, ocean’s hors d’oeuvre, I hear. ; )