Lightning, then thunder,
the cause n effect.
And the rain, later,
sprinkles its sarcastic will
and leaves in haste,
no time to waste on love.
But tonight,
love turned out stinky,
yellow water,
fermented in phosphates,
seasoned n reasoned
in lager beer.
4 comments:
:) Lager than love :) At first I thought it was a typo ;) Nice one Les!
thank you Yogi. It was a pun :-)
hmm…interesting but I guess we all get hit like this suddenly. Nice poem. Like your pun too. cheers
hmmmm.... hit n miss or hit or bit of fit...
thank you Sanchita :-)
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