Lepidoptera of lea do tell,

Of a time when the English dell,

Was protected by a bunny crew,

Regarding cocoons freshly new.

So, when a conflagration came,

From the farmer bent to maim,

And Peter requested compurgation,

To prevent incarceration,

Both Aunt Enna and Polly Net,

Allied with their bun-friend in fret,

Because flappers and hoppers know,

When life is low, best be a bro. ; )

Gelid breeze sticks its icy sting to grove’s denizens, whose trunks counter with siloed solarity a la a piccalilli’s heat versus dessert’s freezer-burned treat. ; )

Tremor bumped bewitched cat down a thirteen-step stairwell trip, but, luckily, Blackie’s seventh life remained calm during the afterslip. ; )

Brightest days, dearest pup, lend themselves only to a fleeting laze—for rest’s purpose is to ready us for our amble. So, now, you, with both hat and fur hued as strammel, and I, watered to the state of bactrian camel, are ready to seize this morning’s lifeful sample. ; )

Serpentine swans,

Each,

To the other,

A feodary,

Sip rings of morning sea,

Until returned to lea,

For billing greenery,

As mated company. ; )