Crossed legs over prim patent shoes

Punctuates

Cross eyes with her impatient shoos.

But,

Ego boasting worth of sycee

Excavates:

He goes, “Closed, mean, dearth, fluff, I see.” ; )

Lana’s lipogram: it became proximous to her not on the chin as a buttercup would, but, rather, materialized as a stitchwort, titillating her purse as a first love should. ; )

King Fisher, breasted in fiery fortitude, stands watch, having relieved guard of grackles, anointed in distinguished angusticlaves, from continued protection of port’s precarious post. ; )

Snowy’s heart longed to be as pure as his fur-skin,

That is, to say, free from markedly ursine sin.

So, looking for pathways to a renewal’s win,

He decided to follow the pope’s religion.

But, he struggled adhering to the fasting rule

Because stream’s steadiness of salmon made him drool,

Hence Icy’s indult from the High See made it cool

For him to remain a shish-ke-fish feasting fool

As long as during his schedule of sated zzzs,

He prayed for welcoming of bear necessities:

Healing hanger by Humpy’s healing harmonies

Rather than mauling upon world’s humanities. ; )

Little cliff’s puffin,

Sat on its tufts and,

Fate did have its spin,

As attercop’s web,

Breezed onto her head—

Prompting dive for swim. ; )