Hermits & Hoodlums

From nowhere, a hermit without a permit quit
Quit from rivers of raucous reasons
Which for him meant his defeat couldn't fit
Despite efforts and escorts of all sorts in successive seasons.

The hermit endured an epic enslavement
At the hands of hoodlums he thought thick
Who rioted and snorted during Bridget's bereavement
As for dear life, the hermit shed tears at the demise of his chick

Who held his happiness in her heart
The only abode where he felt a macho man;
Although hoodlums took his treasure apart
He fought a fierce fight in honour of his departed woman

Who by herself fought a frenetic fight
To preserve the portrait of his fiesta fame
Dented when the hermit took not to flight
But for his lass he hassled hoodlums tame.

by John Sensele

Comments (2)

hate is an equalizer... but it also starts wars that don't need to be started. people need to learn to live together. if not peaceful, then at least live the words spoken to children when growing up: if you can't say something nice to someone, don't say anything at all. that also flows true of doing something, if you can do something nice for someone then do nothing at all.
hate is an equalizer... but it also starts wars that don't need to be started. people need to learn to live together. if not peaceful, then at least live the words spoken to children when growing up: if you can't say something nice to someone, don't say anything at all. that also flows true of doing something, if you can do something nice for someone then do nothing at all.