Last laugh and a half is reserved for the humblest-by-happiest quokka,

Whose grumbly tumbly oft complements its genial grin’s, “Wokka, wokka!”

For if scarcity ever comes to play regarding their freshest fetish,

They just hop along in tow, after Sunday’s mow, noshing newest eddish. ; )

Vexillologists may just be too square

To ride a round on a go of merry,

But if their crest is crowned with joyful care,

Flagged by smile, they’ll fly a rising mare-y. ; )

Valentine’s rosy filter

Plus a glass of love-philter

Provides confidence builder

For Val gal to woo hither. ; )

Oh, dearest kitty in vested fur-nishings, regarding that shiner…

Did you have a rabid rencounter with a not-so-feline miner?

Or, did you fail to land the KO punch of that declawed one-liner?

Regardless, please continue to sun yourself until you feel finer. ; )

Ducking in a new row of divers at sea,

Ducks think in queue of neurodiversity. ; )