‘Antarctic Times’’s breaking news story did hoke

Weather as ideal for an energizing soak.

But, gelid water was not met by pengy’s poke;

Instead, sauna sea turned each chirp into a croak.

So, tux rolled himself on ground, making a snow cloak—

Worn for day’s happy ending as a brrring bloke. ; )

Holy cows will protect you from neither phansigars nor malice-mars, but bovine arts may help you milk your mind for moo ways of settling beefs. ; )

Day dawned with first kiss upon your brow as do fell twixt our woo—and after our draw drew us from dewfall to doorway, entry synchronously illumed—as I fell and it opened—for you. ; )

From this ledge of sit-and-sight,

Couple shared not one lunch bite.

So, pidgey, quite out of spite,

Will paint its perch an off-white,

Turning it into fomite

That, on tomorrow, just might

Repay birdbrains a right slight. ; )

“Duck, darling!” cried Mally.

“Thanks for the tip. Gad, that was close!” sighed Henny.

“Well,” agreed Mally, “Only a quack would prescribe tipcat to that loose goose—who *always* gets the short end of the stick.” ; )