Her so hungry heart

Filled by toasty bread

Of having won wed

Is now no more than

An overdressed queen

Cold as galantine. ; )

Below the palm of tree

Was were I had my date

When such a turtle wee

Ramraided what I ate,

But since the fruit was free

And all deserve a mate,

I handed carefully

More nosh to Shelley’s plate. ; )

Lady’s lavender, candy of the lea, handily leaves her quite canty in disposition despite some buzz about a bee’s knocking knees trending as the more popular supposition. ; )

Fighting the flight of nympholepsy rewarded by denizens of Glen’s milieu required only letting craze perched in mind passerine via flockless point of view. ; )

The ones from the corner store will upon insides incur saccharine wrath, but Sky Skittles are quite nutrimental when dropped into a pre-viewed path. ; )