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. ; )

Panda, boss of her tree,

Wishes quite dreamily

That she could somehow be

Gothic black bear—really.

In swevens, she does see

Liernes so starrily—

Like her branch company—

Granting support for free,

So she requests softly,

“Yin sans yang, please, for me.” ; )

Kylie’s kenning kept ketch’s kin kilometred; kayakless, keying karma, K keenly kited kisses—kiboshing kink, kithing kindness. ; )

Meeps [and moops] of marconism would be too hazy.

Paper-padded, pointed pigeon would be too lazy.

Text message by application would be too phrasey.

Phone call twixt thin wall and enthrall would be too glazy.

Extra-sensory perception would be too crazy.

So, simplify your ideals via ‘hi’ by daisy. ; )