The egg hatched a monkey and it was good.

[tijuanaboom]

My pelican dognapper
is a master in
nearsighted sorcery
and it's gone missing.
Riddled with sanctimoniousness,
somewhere
a Canary abruptly twiddles.
Piddles in spillways
During a ticker-tape parade.
The dearest voyager
coming home from the colonnade.
Struck gold in a cloud and drew a square.
Now reappearing like Queen of the Air.

Your scissor-tailed flycatcher
was FASTER.
More adept and skillful.
Rhyming two quarters with an ass.