Peteroo's Blog

Venice morning is on its way. Where should we go today?

Over the bridge and down the alley, a mettlesome chef makes cannolis like a factory.

Under the bridge and down the canal, twixt hoggery, sir sells pennanular earrings worth a ‘wow’.

Venice afternoon, how did you get here so soon? Must keep going before arrives the Venice moon. ; )

You rat fink bear, I saw saw you nuzzling with my honey bear in aisle three.

I will condone the kissy, perhaps, if you also give one to me.

Wait, where is my new pot with ‘Yummy Hunny’ into the engobe scratched?

Incorrigible bear, ’twill be rigmarole getting this friendship patched. ; )

Hygge is here with hens and hes–not in trees, but, still, where the roost does please.

Senescence has not yet turned chicks to rents; spirits still see, through greys, luminescence.

Bird calls for gals? Bird tweets for worms? Bird chirps for spring? What if realia is birds just like to sing?

No situation could compel crew to leave comfort of their beach. Wait–third bird eyes a lonely switchel out of reach. ; )

Horizon’s warmthful hues, inviting, portend no impending storm.

Prognosticate, though, that waves shall remain not furious and watch fate’s invisible hand counter with a Moaning Minnie’s call.

Presentation may be but a vizard or it may represent true; appreciate peace, ready for turbulence, and journey’s splashes will refresh more than stress. ; )