Metamorphosis of a chrysalis

I say, SARS ails Cary's Carl

Hiss! Sir Hals as a chary liar

Shy lacy sac is rash as a sail-ray

'Hairy arch-sis!' says racy Chrissy, char

Hail! Clary lays scary rail crash

Larch lair is Lisa's ash chair

I lash, I cry; sly hissy I.

© Kathy Labrum McVittie 3 March 2022

Lisa, who may or may not have an ash chair, shared photos and notions about the appeal of the chrysalis.

I took this as an anagrammatic dVerse poetry challenge, golden and growing glorious.