In Peter’s land, eleven’s swevens branch into brilliant, spotted advents—ferrried into the sky as flickering fairies for fun.

Over Hook’s look, starlights set sail across each of eve’s picaroon’s moon, tailing dreams’ weaves in spirited pursuits never done nor won. ; )

It sure is all Greek to me regarding the nature of the opposite sex as my date brought me only a pocketful of Gypsophila rather than a bouquet of bursting blooms, so I responded in kind capacity by offering him a choenix of Kleenex—even though that would not be nearly enough to attend to the aftermath—before the out-ripping at the seams of his not-so-smart heart. ; )

Search for a forever best mate

Asked for another hopeful date,

So to appease faltering fate,

They each chose to intercalate,

Within their so overbooked slate,

Time for a lovely shake and skate

In spiffy neighbourhood’s first rate,

Heartful place that is also great

For a kiss and a nictitate. ; )

Her iota of gesture—a bow and a bloom—served a reflection rich in respect due—a preferred conveyance to that of a heriot. ; )

Pup put its comether on mother for more lather in the bather because furry was in a hurry to present coat of shine to play date so fine. ; )