M’lady from the loch

Presides o’er new block.

Soul’s makar’s dialogue

In-breathes panned sights agog.

Gal of a simple gown

Out-sets for complex town.

Posh in plainest pale pink

Intros with charm and wink.

Guest byes fleeting preview,

Steps now into knew’s new.

Eyes full shower fair bliss

Upon dreams—live, exist. ; )

Among the Highlands, a filibeg provides freedom for both form and flow,

Whereas,

Amidst the high lamps, a filament proffers wisdom by both warmth and glow. ; )

Tomboy’s back

Carrie’s sack

Of tombac

To trade Jack

For a pack

Whose gold knack

Lost the hack

Bric-a-brac. ; )

On her way to the park, Melody’s infraction led to a driving citation,

Where she was limited in response to just puppy eyes and a mussitation,

Which led to the ticket’s dismissal and her thankful return towards destination,

Whence she would realize that regarding an automobile investigation,

In a pinch, it aids to present sweet with a cottoned mouth of communication. ; )

Gina’s oppugnancy to pliant strips certainly benefitted her regarding plastics, but it also led her to ignore the fields of seagrasses on which her kin preferred to feed. Natheless, she happily scoured the floor for what seemed to be only the tiniest specks of algae, vacuuming thoroughly throughout the day—until she was sated, usually only about a half hour before slumber, where she continued to nosh in her sweven until it was time to return to her hunger habit’s heaven at a quarter past eleven. ; )