Kitty thought the fried fish was free,

Not just the snapper’s brusquerie.

So, now, the cost of such a call?

Furious feline in a ball.

Will soft and sun reset peeved pet?

Is this the calm before regret?

Tuna maki-ing up with her

May be the only path to purr. ; )

Bay bridges days of haze

With summer’s phase of laze

As peoples do make well

Play on used brocatel

Until shindigs at parks

Heed needs of pups’ worn barks,

Heading where hills abide,

Welcome returns with tide—

Havens assuring seats

For city’s story treats. ; )

Oh, when that Jim Carrey gets you

By playing a merry-andrew,

Such fuss musts self through credits roll

For, it’s hoped, one more scene of LOL. ; )

Where deer can hear only puffs of soughs amidst its green,

There dear will glare any stuffs of roughs against serene. ; )

Spinning discs, turning tunes, guiding vibes with hands plus half—

They would deftly-definitely pass an ergograph—

Feats an air play for feet to follow with steps synced tight

As club’s pounding waves steer mixer’s’ groove sets through all’s night. ; )