Paws pause by hot tin roof.

Mews pipe at sham of meerschaum.

Cats fever over scratched red match.

But, felines purr upon cool car’s whir. ; )

Trudgen’s kick does fly,

Not across the sky,

But with heart on fire,

And race to the wire,

Winner needs what works,

Like matter’s sparked perks. ; )

Ugly ducklings, even when imbibing isolation as an alexipharmic to stinging sobriquets, often find themselves questioning whether they are splendid swans or cursed cons. ; )

Meerkatty’s girthday has passed with neither celebration nor prezzie of hope—

Even post wish for tiniest, tolerablest one to both clouds and pope.

So, weighed down by fate’s decree of dejection confirmed by virtual bulla,

Suricate gifts self sandwiched dessert, deserting ados of holy hula. ; )

They came to see Betty—boots, body, and bonhomie—lighting up the stage and what turned out to be boo calls meant to stir her into a state of teared delerium did not necessitate a solution of collyrium because she was enveloped in emotional equilibrium. ; )