As daylight’s drop

Prompts sleep to stop,

Feet floor for clop

To brekkie’s chop,

But due to flop,

Eat’s bites do stop,

So to tuck-shop

For muffin top,

Then back by hop

For couch’s plop,

Where such a swap

Earns nap’s new op—

Still as brights pop

In wakey bop. ; )

Lilidh, loof lifting longing’s laid lean, lets lips lovingly limn leading lady’s lost lore, leaving lured listeners luckily, livingly luminesced. ; )

Friends,

Returned to isle

From other while

With

Accounts to share—

poteen, Astaire,

Love

Home’s comfort space

Veiled in missed grace,

That

Upholds the fond

Of with you’s bond

Long

After the whence

Experience

Lasts. ; )

Some lemurs are dreamers,

Who wish to leave tropics for a rock fix—

Discounting trees in which to be laze-sunned,

Hoping for hopping across a bergschrund,

Passing on she-sense in an upfront role

For girl-power ventures ‘round northward pole,

Opting out of nocturnal seeks for snacks

In pref of impressing morn’s breaking tracks—

Some lemurs are dreamers,

Who feel too lost away from swevens’ frost. ; )

Blue topically knew that being stuck in current view, even sans assistance of glue, would remain his state of milieu until enough time flew for a descent to present course of toodle-oo.

But,

Pink autoptically saw no flaw in what physics asserted as law since she could trace ceiling’s linear draw, perceive depth with raw awe, and delight in echoed glows when she jiggled like a bra. ; )