Lion of the sea with no more intent to bathe—

Sawing snores between frequencies of lathe and snathe—

Drools through dreams haunted by din’s every fishy wraith. ; )

Ginger’s lips laconic

Kissed a swim ironic,

Spicing cocoa tonic. ; )

Mary met mate’s miserabilism—meandering, moping mulligrubs. Meaning mitigation, market’s mirrored magnificence made milieu merrier. Moreover, Mimi’s morrow materialised most meaningful moment: mirthful memory’s moving motivation. ; )

Early bird’s worm has fit the bill;

Now, it just needs a drink to swill.

Gargle from gurglet would fulfill—

Or last drops from that pail of Jill. ; )

Gratitude’s grace perched upon our gifted lights and loves

Indeed protects us from mocking birds’ sardonic shoves.

But, will hearts see peace offered within sooted wing-gloves?

When pigeonholing is for the birds, we become doves. ; )