There is the hanap—

With the sparkling top—

From my greatest pop.

I replied a blink,

To his birthday wink,

When offered a drink.

So, please hand it down,

Toward my ruby gown,

To be worn to town.

Well, you have earned tip,

For I reached sans rip;

Thus, ready to sip—with you too. ; )

Lepidoptera let leglings lignivorous lick landward logs, leaving lea’s loveliest landings—likely, lightly lithe—leaning luck, lining ladies’ lanes. ; )

Lady lizard’s bearded dragon is away, imbibing remaining drink and providing approving wink to an up-washed Bellarmine—while she prefers to soak the sun on her treeward run, ringing rounds milieu marine. ; )

Scientists had believed dolphins’ clicks were primarily purposed for location, congregation, and social conversation, with the latter being used, surprisingly enough, not so much in ‘colloquial’ talk, but, rather, for sharing gnomology along the lines of exemplars ‘A fish in the beak is worth two in the coral.’ and ‘Flipper me once, game is on you. Flipper me twice, game is on me.’. ; )

Today is for grey,

As spirit dies,

Where hamadryad

Leaves,

Barren,

Branches,

Of hope . ; )