Bituminary Park

Festooned by a quark in Bituminary Park

buffoons laying low like a luminary lark;

I feasted once again ‘cross the mighty dim Ardennes

never wishing for a secret truce and then,

‘neath the willow wonder thunder-beaks

a hundred other blunder-tweaks

and I’ll ride home again I don’t know when;

lest lavender across count for all their lethal cost

or fiends find friends to face eternal loss,

I can’t predict an outcome yet I hunger for the day

I’ll see the carousel and yell again some other way…

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