Pap eyed a birdie, but his wood snapped, so he received a mulligan.

Papaya’s bird eats, grubs its food snack—solely the seeds—‘till full again. ; )

As

Sally’s

Shells

Ass

Shores,

She

Allures

Stranger

Senses—

Anosmia

Skips

Salty

Air,

Sight

Scans

Arousing

Sea,

Subtle

Auditory

Spikes

Scintillate,

Amorous

Sensuality

Salivates

Affectedly,

Squeezes

Squish

Any

Sully

Sellers. ; )

Quietism’s

Rain

Souls

Temperament’s

Umbrella,

Valuing

Worths

Xenial,

Yessing

Zen. ; )

From lit hamlet, backfisch dearly dreamt of ways away

To connect go’s spirit with what travelers did say.

Beyond familiar grounds her angst had grown to discord,

She found sought expectations were not always on board.

So, exceptionals were kept in heart’s revisit niche

While soul solaced at home—contently cast back to fish. ; )

Clothes cleaned adhere

For breeze from pier.

Next task is near

Despite the leer.

Welcome it here

Sans any fear

Thinks thoughts unclear

Before dropped tear.

Then, shifting gear

Before “Yes, dear.”,

Mate rests some cheer

With chilled pop-beer. ; )