Whilst most of the hive was abuzz at lilac symposiac

Re how to properly rub stamens on abs—both front and back,

One hon danced to its own tune, a Beatles beat all set to please—

“Let it bee, let it bee,” as it savoured sweetness of whee’s knees. ; )

When you cannot grin and bear it,

Greet, “Hi, honey,” golden parrot;

They will, then, chirp you up by chant—

Cute, cloud-clearing, corroborant. ; )

Soon after familiar, fishy scent illapsed into napping lair,

Kitty emerged to greet vendor and her pushcart of tuna fair,

From which lady, for feline guest, plated freshest filets with care

—So company could comfort by purrs and hors d’oeuvres to share. ; )

Oh, woe crow, farmer’s daughter’s unflinching cullion of the field,

Undeterred by otiose effigies defending the yield,

Let us, then, proceed with outwits, bad-boy bird-thief whom I dare;

This sunny hunny, heated and hidden, is ready to scare! ; )

Claire’s cogitations—cyan’s canny cans—cleared cosmicism’s contradictions, countering cerebral creatures clearly can claim celestial charity—choiced compassions contributing communal collaborations. ; )