Pod of one’s

Echoed chat

Is weak,

Like a

Ratty

Batsqueak,

Sending

Only waves

That bounce back

As goodbyes. ; )

Toucan, lay that blame of ultraism partly on unconsolidated bills, for sure. ; )

Coast’s ‘keys relay pyows

As ‘cano gurgles flams.

In goes the pink princess

For a simian scan,

Soaring

Above

Where roaring

Behaves

Due to feared aves

Thought to have hatched

From isle’s cantankerous caves. ; )

Ray spotted a squid on which it did bid for din,

But, alas, such op was fin as soon as it adieued via swoosh.

Alas, it out-turned that procurement of tucker’s win

Would be curiosity’s caught crab cake catered as bonne bouche. ; )

Not quite sure if she could yet claim having actually ‘survived’ the train-wreck of a day, Kelsey laid herself across the first and only support she had encountered to that point, wondering if the gandy dancers would track her down for more railing or if they might shift to spiking her cup rather than her self. ; )