Well, you see, the Santa clause states that twixt each cookie and sugar plum,

Patience is the the sweetest gift available from Yuletide’s panjandrum—

For such a regal reward will, in time, spring into both heart and tum

As a fruitful, rich rise of hoppy hope realised in Easter yum. ; )

Oh, sweet gardener mum, bunnies do not simply nosh on which flora is most ubiquitous to the patch; we have uninominal representatives for each species, who not only root for their root, but seed the need for all buns to remain both variedly and verdantly versed. ; )

Park sans squirrels? Alas, not quite the same.

So, pup played as gozzard a newest game

That turned into quite the ruckus to bear—

With honks and feathers flurried everywhere.

Fluff-tails never dared return chase with bite;

Feathered fiends, though, were all too bent for fight.

Now, dog, too dazed by day gaggled with dread,

Thinks walks are for the birds—dogs for the bed. ; )

Commuter’s route prepense depended on neither history hailed nor projections constructed, but just by departure up-shifted a could hours. ; )

Perchance, parroting papal piosity, preacher plants pride, ports pomp, precludes pathos. ; )