Of afternoon without a care:

Landlouping legs seek far wheres fair

With braids taut and ready to bear

Breeziest of September’s air

As twists and turns of day will share

Through each tress and traipse dressed to dare. ; )

Of course, SpongeBob’s spiffily sprouted abode did not grow itself straight up out of the floor of the sea;

It began life as a smallest of spots before it turned into a crowned royal of nobility—

After which a deckhand accidentally dropped it down banana boat’s moonpool rather clumsily

During the apt-for-a-half song about days and ‘oh’s and counting of golden tropical property. ; )

Indeed, noble cat of breed Aegean,

Whose purpose paws for prays in creed Nicene,

May just be kalon’s felinest being—

For awash in wets on vet’s teary scene,

Cature capture’s stature’s stoic-serene

Dryly drawing Diogenes daring. ; )

Illumination for the cenobite:

Where ambulating on pathways of night

With faith’s clement company out of sight

Readies, in stillness, co-op appetite. ; )

Circumnavigating Clementine, cruising charges create crowning candelabra curiously covering charcoaled cul-de-sac, coordinating Christmasy cataract cancelling corner community’s cecity completely. ; )