The Mystic Fire-Eater

I can not do it; I can do that;
Gibbering whole day long
And day after day neglect
whom who the day-chewer
One day you see in truth occupying the solarium
A gibbon try to snap at you
Oh! Oh! Ho Ho Ho ! How charming horrible!
On his back corpse of the sun
Then you will be in deep trouble
Have to arrange funeral pyre
Suppose you arranged ;
But where to dispose the pille of funeral ash?
What if?
Mind it oblivious
I out-doer
The mystic fire-eater
Licking up the ash on the sun nothing whatever....


Comments (1)

Beautiful romantic piece of poetry nicely brought forth from the heart with insight. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Smith.