Regarding a fraudsman and their bull, sharks are especially fond of a bite that just makes the world more right; so, best swim towards goals with verifiable truth, else the last point reached may just be another’s grinned tooth. ; )

Kitty’s darkness behind stone-steel facade,

IDing each birb by lightning saccade,

And prepping reflexes of phat-cat bod,

Opts, instead, out of kill for a chill nod. ; )

Eve’s story fell

For later leafs to bear

Consequence

Fore grace

Rekindled reason

To warm in words,

Stumping biblioclasm

As the true trespass

Against rewards

Rooted in illuminations

Reflecting both

Trees past and passed. ; )

“Now, sit for a sec, boopy Snoopy, and I’ll tell you the rules.”

“This is a city and it is teeming with too many fools.”

“Here, you may not zoom like a two-dimensioned hypercoaster—”

“Or else, you may just end up printed on a missing poster.”

“Also, automobiles are not gigantic squirrels with wheels;”

“They will squash you flatter than crowd-stampeded banana peels.”

“Finally, your bark [worth heeding] is way more fierce than your bite:”

“You want to avoid picking an urban hound for a dog fight.”

“So, good girl, let us get you leashed and collared for our explore.”

“Then, afterwards, we can both return home to freely adore.” ; )

When it feels like life ever throws a boondie at you each time you stop to enjoy the bloomies, pass on the fear, dear deer, and continue your tour of allure, albeit accompanied by instinct’s green-lit zig-zoomies. ; )