Panda, boss of her tree,

Wishes quite dreamily

That she could somehow be

Gothic black bear—really.

In swevens, she does see

Liernes so starrily—

Like her branch company—

Granting support for free,

So she requests softly,

“Yin sans yang, please, for me.” ; )

Kylie’s kenning kept ketch’s kin kilometred; kayakless, keying karma, K keenly kited kisses—kiboshing kink, kithing kindness. ; )

Meeps [and moops] of marconism would be too hazy.

Paper-padded, pointed pigeon would be too lazy.

Text message by application would be too phrasey.

Phone call twixt thin wall and enthrall would be too glazy.

Extra-sensory perception would be too crazy.

So, simplify your ideals via ‘hi’ by daisy. ; )

Seashell hawkshaw seamlessly walked and saw,

Searching and seizing only those of awe—

For Sally’s surplus pulled lots for a draw,

But Lucy’s instinct nixed need for luck’s flaw. ; )

Oh losh, oh dear, fretted the frosh deer who had just finished their moss nosh only to find themselves—good gosh—now awash in a slosh of fog squash misting blog tosh. ; )