The Hammer of Thor

THE HAMMER OF THOR Twas but a state of troubled restless tears To bring mere lalochezia to mind, And thinking not that I'd be doing years Alone all night, with not a friend to find. Oh ****! that effing dork I'd come to know Just yesterday, he set my path to be In more or less, where never I should go Without a weapon for defending me. Twas Gay Paree! The term now changed by fate And all the songs we'd come to holding dear So out of tune cause it's another state Not out of sight, but in a closet here. And when I hit my thumb the hammer flew Across the sky! To where, I never knew. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet