i got a friend like a mole
he likes burrows and stoats
funk and wagnall albums
and bubblegum emotes
lead a packet of fleece
to a castle of moats
draw down the chain link, leave a bridge for the goats

root of all tender,
basilisk upender
hush puppy, soft circle,
boil and bubble pretender.

till the town crier cries and the gates swing locked
peppermint chew'd, dubble bubble's in
tongue meet gum bull market on sorbitol stocks
until the space draw cozy up to orbital socks

when the pace feels dozy for a nap in the loch
a treasure chest of en passant shadow box
my role is walker of paces, his that of feeler of faces
on earth that's the basis for declaring your graces,

Good day.