In a sugar plum-colored daze, May the bounty of days amaze. The sheep's plush fleece, the gossip of geese, The cat purrs, licking her elegant whiskers. Clowns somersault, salts clown around. We're lucky to have towels and trowels and vowels. Pluck luck from your pudding like plums. Succumb to plums. Steal style. Flaunt jauntiness. Hail heartiness. Be tickled by pickles, relish fellowship.    more »