For last eve’s fine dine, she was down for digesting fills of daffodils, but, now, lackadaisical lemur is finding that cathemeral cravings are up for lea’s daisies regarding morning’s munch. ; )

Dipper’s favourite fish was, indeed, quite delish,

But bitter bit in caudal fin set tum aspin,

So, sans honey, she took coast’s closest scammony

To quell her angst and ache before return to lake,

Where nauseous nosh was soon forgot in bubble wash—

A cathartic mixer preffed to med elixir. ; )

“Well, flick my Bic! It’s a dik-dik!” flamed the being of buffoonery from the local bloomery.

“What interesting iron*y—,” mused the mini-lope, “that gas and hot air left their clay bed for this dimwit’s head.”

“Perhaps, someday,” hoped gazing Elle, “dumb-dumbs will keep silent regarding that which is overtly clear and I can be left to focus my ire not on a boor away from his ore, but on the all too many, I fear, who still think I’m a deer.” ; )

Eximious elm, undressed into season’s rest, points at each wish upon which it hopes is granted grace to bear—in time, again—another leaf’s belief—that light is to life and moments of dark only ephemerally exist until ready sets spark [Hark, star*k bark!]. ; )

Regarding curled kitten’s seemingly sanguine swevens in bed of catnip field of dreams, know that, actually, cat’s cogitations are nipping nice mice into a sanguinolent dish of—verifiably violent—vice rice topped with each of sweet and sour, mostly ghostly, scream creams. ; )