Early Afternoon Delightful Balmy Zephyr

Early afternoon delightful balmy zephyr... February third two thousand and twenty Yours truly secreted away within heavenly nook upon secluded hideaway property 2 Highland Manor apartment, I betook myself to safe haven took catch rays (sunbeams), while crossword puzzle book (moderately challenging) draped across lap, fast forward hours later (think 11:08 PM) ruminating idea for poem analogous to experience being "on tenterhook" essentially writer's H&R block accounted for sullen mood, no idea how to brook shining figurative searchlight across fifty shades of gray (gobletty) germane glock kin spiel - saving grace ad hoc mine complex thinker attempting to cook up reasonable rhyme word earning accolade yumzook. Whew in nick of time satisfactory notion dawned before dawn after (believe me you) me entire body, mind and spirit felt whipsawn until... lo and behold preceding and following mental juices did spawn hoopfully noah intent to affect extreme creative brawn merely to entertain any passerby hmm... perhaps even a celebrity named Goldie Hawn probably no relation to Cheryl Hahn, a cute girl (now grown woman) who also attended Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School ah... once a pawn a time, when boyhood found me blissfully daydreaming, hankering, and luxuriating within overgrown lawn, where no trace of civilization seen for bajillion miles, an ideal environment one lad extremely withdrawn found sanctuary and succumbed into deep sleep after he did continuously yawn.