11.May.26

Mum retold pudu to walk—not run—upon the lawn—

For quick-rolling was only for those aged beyond fawn,

But grasses way too much tickled little deer’s belly,

Causing him to hedgehog self into floral felly,

Which was, later, forgivingly preen-pruned re his coat

By loving off-licks of lush lea a la dote on dote. ; )