And, of all the king’s court, of all the king’s pens,

He was the lone one who could foot the bill—

By bobbing a banking of bobeches of jelly—

Liqui-lumi-licious omens. ; )

Time tick-tocks.

Memories stripped from recall.

Negatives lost to tenebrific tins.

Then, into the palm does fall

A snap, once ago snipped, returned

To light a corner in heart’s hall. ; )

Stepping through red-tapism with casual kicks will certainly deal notable licks.

But, it will sock back with meticulous might, trying to elicit formal fright.

So, bootstrap up and buckle down so that counters return the bureau into frown.

And, cap sensibility’s win with a tongue wag both laced with wit and winked with rag. ; )

Around the view of a rendezvous, relayed a heartening scene:

Reflections amid warmthfulness amid diminishing between.

One ave sounded the milieu by flute while another chirped a shawm

As played tonics swelled twixt spirits, meloding stories into rom.

Arrived to face relit hopes whilst also shadowing pasts of pain,

They left abreast as robin sang them a harmony to remain. ; )

Between dormant domes and quarried queue, limitary lines lost their hold as she rose like loosed lava, breaching the order to follow suits whose purpose was ever to redact the emergence of luminary leads. ; )