Here, as she wah-wahs and down-stares the vacuum monster so terribly vile,

Wonders chihuahua if this beast devoured mum’s curious aeolipile.

Gidget is all for gadgets and, as well, values the need to off-let steam,

But, doggone it, if she cannot help holding ire against those that roar-scream. ; )

Paired of friends in ya,

We were peaced.

Then,

Where released:

Paraphrenia. ; )

“Now, which creature shall represent the virtue of valiance?” pondered the sky.

“Certainly not myself—for I am only one level above fish food.” koi began to cry.

“I hide from the heat, am superficial rather than smart, and cannot fly.”

“You are perfect.”

“But, how?”

“Slyest to safes, style in danger’s face, fastest to flakes—Sir Koi serves life’s purpose—to live by one’s grown grace—that is why.” ; )

Shooting for the stars—it just might

Result in a glow of earthlight

Leading the lost through densest night,

Or a misty fight of tree height

Amidst a powdering of white.

Alas, whether this or that sight,

Hopes and uplifts ever quite right. ; )

Lion of the sea with no more intent to bathe—

Sawing snores between frequencies of lathe and snathe—

Drools through dreams haunted by din’s every fishy wraith. ; )