The drunken dancer
and the temperance priest
whispering to each other
about a fiery affair of love
between the sun and moon,
and the emotional outburst
when the universe was born.
The priest he begs for
the drunk to desist,
but the drunk just mutters
obscenities under his breath
and calls for more.
Thanks, Ray. Ah, well. It just came out of my brain like that. ?
Intriguing mixture to entice us and slightly confuse, which in this case is I think not to be probed about with, just enough to tease us Jon. There are many side shoots of possibilities to explore. Ah well....
Ray
Thanks, Mae ?
Oooo! Nice! ?
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Jon Stainsby
Fri 3rd May 2019 02:15
Thanks to all who like this.