Iced-vanilla Godzilla’s gelid glunch

Complements each stomping-of-romping crunch,

Following cold-hearted, hot-hungered hunch

Towards each of mallow-marshed, mountained munch. ; )

Casa’s dew view in-breathed from cerrado’s breeze, livening both linen weaves and potted leas. ; )

Shake secured satoyama’s sale, serving samurai, sensei scenic sanctuary spiritually, serenely surrounded. ; )

Whether offered perch on prickly pear

Or targeted by langrage through air

Or bugged to hug urchins of swamp lair,

Wisdom wings whence care fares fair’s points bare. ; )

Harry The Helper, dear deer on the lam, is Santa’s unknown gabber,

Who, with each fawn upon iced lawn, out-shares Mistress’ bonnyclabber—

With effect of camo-whitening coats from any tundra nabber.

Alas, now, away from sleigh, his suit could use luck by Irish dabber. ; )