“Well, I will be, Wallaby!”
“Caves hold pockets of cold.”
“Ditches dug by a fossor’s tug field snitches smug.”
“Glasses temper tantrums of lasses.”
“Bags break and spill due to overfill.”
“Igloos suppress blue hues.”
“Blanket forts muffle boorish retorts.”
“And, then, there is you and your pouch—
A comfort to ouch,
A security vouch,
A napping couch,
A placation to grouch,
As posh as a nouch,
A love like a smouch,“
“What a warmthful wonder to rendezvous with you, my brilliant Wallaroo!” ; )
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