Tiny pink or purple dragons, warmly burping cookie-breath
When they’re sad, the burps are lickrish, when they’re wishful, berry pie. Then the many shades of happy, and angry and forlorn and merry, swooping
through the green, trailing cinnamon and peppermint and lime.
Cheery flits leave wakes of lemon, with vanilla overtones, and the swoops and swags of exuberance and joy spread strawberry fumes like clouds.
Chocolate means contentment, and black cherry is for drowse, with a little whiff of nutmeg for a nice Winter nap, snuggled into the covers.
Warm shortbread for an afternoon’s smooth course, peach muffins for a morning’s rise, tea and cappuccino’s brown notes for the first light in the sky.
Time for night-night for this nestling, with his trusty Passy-Fire.
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