Sociogenic stresses

Along with mankind’s messes

Pass along their old yeses

To introversion’s chilled peace—

Where heat and noise come to cease

So heart and poise can take lease. ; )

“Go, go, just go!”

But, she could not leave until she made a choice. Was balzarine obsene? Was silk of her ilk?

He was *so* handsome, but she was not sure *which* Cinderella would merit a happily ever after with him.

Indecisiveness was a wall that was keeping her from the ball, yet that awareness was not dressing her or prompting her out the door.

Then, it hit her like a ton of bricks: “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe! Go, go, go, go!”

Later, as she stepped out of the carriage, he heralded, “Oh, you look like a queen!” Yes, fate had aptly chose for her to walk out in the balzarine. ; )

Some hearts are filled—almost, but not quite—to bursting line by blown kisses that help them rise up to realm of inspiring star wishes.

Some hearts are filled by gas of a matrass, so, even with initial chemistry, they eventually separate—alas.

Whether heart is filled by elements noble or those inert, ever allow it space to heal and away it from points that hurt. ; )

Behave like a bauson if you dare;

Indeed, you may even win my stare.

But, if you do prod and pout some more,

Your last act will end up on the floor. ; )

No, I am not a cat; I am a uni-kitty and this is my appropriate hat.

No, I am not charcoal; I am snowy and my roomie is a fumacious vole.

No, I am not content; I am outrageously irritated precisely fifty-one percent.

No, I am not a witch’s pet; I am a sorceress supreme who flies by private jet.

No, I am not bad luck; I spread feline fortune to every allergic schmuck.

No, I am not a mouser; I—see above—advocate passionately as the district’s most highly-regarded rodent houser.

No, I am not a fan of ‘the nip’; I prefer to roll around in tepid Cool Whip.

No, I did not give you a slow blink; I am, though, quickly becoming aware that, curiously, ‘catching on’ may not be your forte, pink. ; )