Beach drift Windexed to a satin sheet within only a dawn’s yawn—a sargable task for Wednesday’s waves—anticipates incoming impressions for warmthfulness of sea’s comforter. ; )

Oh, me, oh! My honey-bunny’s ear-kissing has out-turned true! The pinkies are nutty in a benefitting way if you nix a shoo to stand on two! ; )

Doggie guards not bones, but, rather, stones—for while the cromlech may not provide a pleasant chew, it does provide a both preferred and private place to use the loo when trees have a queue, hydrants are few, and owner’s locked door pauses for no paw’s cue. ; )

Barks say so much about sea-lion hedonics in that some express yodels of joy for yoga’s neck-turns relieving chronics—whilst others yelp at fellow flippers for encroaching on space that requires them to, as well, brandish their nippers! ; )

Whilst the other pens begin their March with a most formal promenade, these love birds pref to swing as sweets, up-lifting like robust cassonade. ; )