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. ; )

They came to see Betty—boots, body, and bonhomie—lighting up the stage and what turned out to be boo calls meant to stir her into a state of teared delerium did not necessitate a solution of collyrium because she was enveloped in emotional equilibrium. ; )

Gallery date up-stands for wait.

Hopeful stare, but wonders, “Where?”

Face feels unsure, though opts to endure.

Mind moves to waves crashing shoreface,

Escaping conditioned air of marbled place.

For if thoughts cannot punctuality beseech,

Why not ideal a date on an idyllic beach? ; )

When both rats and mobocrats burn your face much more than the heat in the kitchen place,

Duet amidst garden’s light will soothe each of mowser and ‘panion who allows her. ; )