Pondering pond’s story juratory,

Goose’s swill from still indeed fit the bill:

“Upon my back, you will, then, never sink.”

“Honk sounds more like that of quack? Have a drink!” ; )

Behind each pane:

Bunked as unked

Or

Posed as cozed.

Fronts gleen scene

For each hue

Of a you:

From

Blue ocean over commotion

To

Brush of azure for apex allure

Or from

Fiery red on fused, hot head

To

Splash of ochre curtaining singing soaker.

Blind

To rocking

In each box;

Cleared

By walking

Through street blocks. ; )

Mr. Marmot is certain that some near creature did just laugh;

[He convinced Mrs. to let him keep just the phonautograph].

Now, spiked senses sight presence of aboveground’s donkey and calf.

“Ms. Jenny, Ms. Moo, what ‘cites such chortles? A most charming chaff?”

“Oh, M&M, our dear burro tripped over this barrow onto your burrow. What a gaffe!”

“Ha! Well, friends, you are ever welcome to riff on field’s felled raff; [Just don’t tell my other half].” ; )

Fido has found space kin to Ferdinand’s cork tree,

Away from city’s chaotic chironomy,

Where regular rattle of each flea, key, and knee

Has cleared for lushest lea under sky-bluest sea—

A settling for chasing dreams of serenity. ; )

Lady of twirliest tutus

Adorning scarlet door as muse

Awaits partner in drab wamus

With whom she will artfully loose

From any non-dancing excuse

So as to belay pending blues

With ballet babe he did so choose

For framing vogue in floor-start views. ; )