08.July.25

Regarding the story of bun and pup,

Time turned tocks until they did each grow up,

So no longer does a yard’s carnation

Worry about pair’s bioturbation

As mixes, now, are a social adoβ€”

Where peeps chirp twixt friends fancifully new. ; )

07.July.25

Then, a Canuck with a buck visiting my milieu

Offered a penny for some thoughts re window’s mew view.

I remarked it as curious in only one way,

So a loonie into my hand new friend did relayβ€”

Affirming I was no loony of the mental box,

Which more often than not *is* littered with rubish rocks. ; )