Dear lovely day, I began anew with a spring in my shoes and a twinkle in my eyes. The morning dew sparkled and glistened reminding me of the first dawn long ago when cheese was good. To be still, I super-glued myself, but I forgot, onto a tire, a flat one, not a Goodyear, with chords showing. Straight-leg, not bellbottoms, a flashy shirt, and tacky hat, and a dinky laced sleeves with tambourine, and I sang Love Me Tender while tomcats meowed in perfect harmony. A band appeared banging bongo drums and wearing Snuggies with drop seats. There it was, big as life, lemon purple berry tree frog prince looking for his glasses, so he three legged eyes the pair that sees past beauty day or night in all things. He found them reading an interesting story about herbal teas that heal fear of heights and depth perception. On the edge of a cliff pushed them off, “Look out below!” They went splat and said, “Ow.” They said “ow”? Yes, and cried, “Darned little cliffs weren’t there yesterday!” Spatulas were handy, useful and dandy, and not sandy. Hi, my name is Randy and, and such a dandy like Yankee doodle candy. It’s the grand modus operandi with rhyme or sign or season. Is this postseason? Tis the season, stuff the turkey, we ain’t got no beef jerky or cow’s ears, dill pickle spears or cold root beers, only ice cream. Root beer floats, rest in peace.