Where scorching winds clapperclaw path’s work between mercy’s fleeting cries

Does not desert trek’s dessert via hope refracted from stormed skies. ; )

Picking choicest treat is never bleak

With toco toucan’s chirurgic beak

Deftly dicing papayas at peak

For tickling of tastefuls down its cheek. ; )

Preceding peridomestic Perseids, population’s particularly piqued person peers—ponder-poking place’s predetermined, proximous pips, patiently permitting pseudo-precipitation’s preternatural presentation. ; )

Ruby relentlessly reflected regarding to where she would next set.

Sans sails, she felt sured as shored [if not bored on board] for procuring gets yet.

Should she skinny sharkless swim for rarest rewards of still riskiest bet?

Or, drown in her decked despondency tangled so in neuroticism’s net?

Surely, buoy’s bright would benefit more than neon, nitid nails she vet.

Then, horizon, lined in silver, compassing compassion? Go, fret—she’ll let. ; )

As nun-mum perused the menology regarding accounts of week’s upcoming feasts, cat’s tum-tum purred, “Whose them?”, and all of She-Ra, gearing a pounce, dove teefs upon seen sheets. ; )