Ugly ducklings, even when imbibing isolation as an alexipharmic to stinging sobriquets, often find themselves questioning whether they are splendid swans or cursed cons. ; )

Meerkatty’s girthday has passed with neither celebration nor prezzie of hope—

Even post wish for tiniest, tolerablest one to both clouds and pope.

So, weighed down by fate’s decree of dejection confirmed by virtual bulla,

Suricate gifts self sandwiched dessert, deserting ados of holy hula. ; )