Sunday, Sally was voted off the pier with a tear.

Monday, Sally was voted off the dock—which was a crock.

Tuesday, Sally was voted off the berg while she vociferated, “Urgh!”

Wednesday, Sally was voted off the beach in spite of the clemency she did beseech.

Thursday, Sally was voted off the raft—yet another day of getting the shaft.

Friday, Sally was voted off the float as the determined demote.

Saturday, Sally sought a psephologist for some much needed hope and recourse and was promptly advised that to relieve her bark from becoming even more hoarse, she would need to learn how to finally finagle flippers of fate by scootch force. ; )

Even as grass and roots electioneered for its drive to see area’s community continue to live in states both fine and free, the campaign faced a belligerent battle of bias from those who saw foresting fear as a way to sow doubt into those who shared faith in the gallant tidings of their giving tree. ; )

Upon receiving a peer

From a most wide-eyed dear deer

Located, by chance, quite near,

As attempts had been to steer,

I offered it no just fear

After out-shifting the gear,

So it would acutely hear

Hand giving treat bag a tear

Of snacks made solely for where

Tongue takes spargefaction’s cheer. ; )

If a reindeer meets a rosarian, they will pass on a sniff for a whole bite—not to be pointedly contrarian, but because they nosh all that is not white. ; )

“Oh, what lucky dogs are we!” cheered Snoopy.

“I thought we were being sent to the doghouse,” chimed Genevieve.

“Well, this auberge looks like a place more amenable to stays than to sits,” added Snoopy.

“Let us, then, ensure we paws for thanks by wiping the welcome mat before our next people pat,” reminded Genevieve. ; )