Masked super-horse-o—not of Zorro—

Left his cape, lo, with sidekick burro,

But still speed-treats track this Halloween

And smites flies’ bites’ tries at tricking screen.

What, though, if their ghosts return to bug

Next race for horsey sans its back rug?

Phasmophobia could be the wall

Twixt Thoroughbred and winning it all.

Here, sensing spirits of past equines

Boosts hero’s nose first past finish lines—

For even with outfit incomplete,

Winner busts boos with moves that compete. ; )

Disco’s ball vellicates Frisco wall,

Dotted lights up-tickle lotted heights,

Lambent loft glow-shows from speckles soft,

Sparkling space basks via fulgent face. ; )

Paddlers prevised park pond’s pared population, presenting picturesque placidity per proposer’s preferred pair-permanenting parameters. ; )

Fielding florals above dune,

Kicks gawking at daytime’s moon,

Some buds reach for rays of June,

Other buds play zen’s kanoon,

Sighs inhale reeds freshly hewn,

Eyes pluck each cloud-duck balloon,

Ticks tock smack at todos soon,

Yielding yawns bask in their boon. ; )

Before each artful act brushed by Cosette

Under space whence stage’s shone shine is let,

Before appraisal of dry after wet

From skill skated over chose canvas met,

Ritual’s right luck still reserves its get

By way of paint jars—each as eprouvette—

Christening the master’s peaced painting set

With first strokes of line brilliant as vignette. ; )