Tomboy’s back

Carrie’s sack

Of tombac

To trade Jack

For a pack

Whose gold knack

Lost the hack

Bric-a-brac. ; )

On her way to the park, Melody’s infraction led to a driving citation,

Where she was limited in response to just puppy eyes and a mussitation,

Which led to the ticket’s dismissal and her thankful return towards destination,

Whence she would realize that regarding an automobile investigation,

In a pinch, it aids to present sweet with a cottoned mouth of communication. ; )

Gina’s oppugnancy to pliant strips certainly benefitted her regarding plastics, but it also led her to ignore the fields of seagrasses on which her kin preferred to feed. Natheless, she happily scoured the floor for what seemed to be only the tiniest specks of algae, vacuuming thoroughly throughout the day—until she was sated, usually only about a half hour before slumber, where she continued to nosh in her sweven until it was time to return to her hunger habit’s heaven at a quarter past eleven. ; )

Unready teddy growls at each morning

As risen head from den’s bed still swithers—

Until, at last, mate of coffee up-brews

A more bearable version of the self. ; )

As she returned home late enough to be early, the outside lands were not yet awakened as her slight steps carried forward the only elements of the new day that were not still still.

Then, just as she turned toward the front door, a reboant ruckus echoed through the walls—followed by a just as immediate hush.

For her birthday, all she had wanted was rest and calm, so she paused in a place invisible to the inside and, then, dashedly ducked her way to the next yard. There, she silenced her phone and set out for either bench or beach.

Yes, the world would be rising soon, but somehow both sun and air seemed better at muting the mayhem. She could manage a couple more hours of mood light now—before finally heading back home for earned goodnight. ; )