Where such rocky ruminations

Sieved through mind’s temporal trommel,

Waving adieu—each taut trouble,

Beach’s scape gave needed escape

As sea bells crashed their wistful chords—

Up-drumming lift to what was floored. ; )

Regarding the story of bun and pup,

Time turned tocks until they did each grow up,

So no longer does a yard’s carnation

Worry about pair’s bioturbation

As mixes, now, are a social ado—

Where peeps chirp twixt friends fancifully new. ; )