They say the dux is wiser than most and who even opts tasks with ink and quill. But, how erudite really are they who pass cats’ taps by open window sill. ; )

When the axe hits a vug, the canary chirps to adorn as when nibs bear beak’s tug, macaw sweetly smirks for cob’s corn. ; )

Traipsing fizgig of velvet shoes beams cherry lips at passing whos. Matched hair and dress do softly sway with joyful jig for brightful day. Resplendent are the souls we meet who share their shine to beat by feet. ; )

Wading aves on first date try a stone instead of the sea, but rocks are hard places to find nosh, so they send bills to the tourists at the tavern-with-a-view, where they peculate the purses proofed with beach-worthy dubbin, albeit not resistant to hungered storklets stomping for some novel grubbin’ before they proceed with some wing-ed lovin’. ; )

When fear that finds fragility finagles fortitude into fetal form, I wish chest’s tingles would turn self into a noble nahual—one whom primal pains would perceive as predator rather than prey. : )