Certainly, you can lead an equine to water if an angusticlave you bear,

But will it take refresh from the aqueduct as a drink-design-discerning mare?

Regarding bridges between form and function by way of practicality’s lens,

Accepting artful art’s invite to partake handy’s flight makes thoroughbred horse sense. ; )

The day had finally arrived to determine the doublure for Penelope’s tome on Quechuan history, but she felt too overwhelmed by the options, so it seemed all to appropriate to send her cria’s ceaseless curiosity to market, where the perfect Peruvian pattern she could find for book’s both literal and figurative bind. ; )

Away from bodega and products proffered by fanega,

Awaiting Vega upon day’s rays’ phase into omega,

Isolated from world of man, mirthful like Pacific Pan,

Imbibing wonders’ seaside plan amid breathed highs of cyan. ; )

Wishing to sail as just a pair—sans family and friends, Peter and Jenny opted for what they deemed an ‘honest’ cryptonym regarding their bonding time; *laundering* would certainly be an activity in which no others would want to share—whilst sea’s spray upon mast’s sheets would leave them setting course true to their word. ; )

Mum and puppers, with empathies embracing both’s vexation,

Ride the return ferry towards vet’s distanced destination

After her barking at isle’s seals for feels of jubilation

Turned into a tear-tiered cacophony of coaxation,

Possibly requiring a script for toads-cool medication—

If not a hello-to-every-huntable hibernation. ; )