That which brought Sammy the most joy

Was a bit too nutty—vey oy!—

And about it she was quite coy—

For hers was not an acorn ploy:

No, she chipped each monk an ahoy

To merit ends of saveloy

To be tree-sneaked past glade’s octroi

For nosh with stash’s fresh bok choy

Upon blanket of corduroy

Under eve’s stars-and-leaves alloy. ; )

For those, marchets could pave way to lighter pastures, forth-setting hygge-seeking daughters from fettered dark.

For these, sons march towards free trees for free, where froze coze is committed true via laps and taps of bark. ; )

Sun-setting space sparked Sophie’s stretch, shining serendipitous strength, silently stirring scene’s speeding steps, supplementing saphie’s swinging support, spicing spirit’s self search, soothing seeker’s steady sorenesses: soles, soul. ; )

Upon

Heralded heights,

Kingly koala

Partakes in

Eucalyptus Eucharist

As sole member of

Heaven’s hagiarchy—

With paw and porter

Forgiving trees of leaves

And, it follows, afterwards,

Freeing time for zzzs. ; )

“Where have all the bread winners gone?” quiet-quacked the reedy-not-greedy Earth duck.

“Could they have left for Duckworld as antichthon?” cried fowl the un-Howard mallard.

“Gosh, I guess alone I will nosh the lawn.” placidly pondered the anon Anas. : )