19.September.24

Mr. Roo, how does one, then, explain the mystery ado?

That your nose for posh nosh forever avoids a thorny chew?

Could it be that pouches prognosticate a planty’s milieu?

Or, that paws research the laws of foliage finest and true?

Ach, I see! Who would have guessed that aichmophobia leads you to leaves’ lusciously supple supper queue! ; )