“Egad! That pock-pudding just called you pests, so he will surely get none of your pets!”

“He can eat a dish of moldy haggis whilst each of you gets a giant smack-kiss!”

“All to myself, I will cuddle you buns and, as well, we will bake carrot cake—tons!”

“Then, when you are ready for cuddly nap, nest as caboodle in my loving lap!” ; )

Summation of Saturday’s sympoiesis: Samantha plus skirt plus stare plus steady, solo stand plus soleful shoes plus surprising sound…styles a suave slip from a tentative trip. ; )

Leaving behind the troop,

Ringleader sets on stoop.

Chirps and calls to return—

Oh, they will never learn.

Family is fine for some,

Though zadruga’s quite dumb.

Slave to known tradition

Merits opposition

When you realize the truth

For desire to be couth

Asks those primitive named

To have freedom reclaimed

By trading comfy spots

For lots of unmet gots. ; )

When Tom saw the neon nibbler, he quipped to his date, “Hey, how would you like to stop here for a light snack?”, and followed this by flicking his tongue toward the pussycat in a manner of dubious intent. Tom, a witling all too willing, then walked home a lone, limp noodle. ; )

Deirdre’s obstination had relieved her of spending the afternoon grazing with the herd, so, now, she was free to engage in participation of her most prized pleasantry: introvert’s insular, idyllic imbibation. ; )