Hey diddle diddle
there's no more riddle
I'm a fast learner
I now know how
the cow jumped over the moon
from her afterburner
by methane expelled
through the air she's propelled
the little dog barfed to smell such sport
as the gas blown away made him swoon
Comfort belies not upfront, where the bright glare blinds,
But in the glowing lingering embers of the afterglow.
In the afterburner of the karaoke sing-along song.
Humming the back-story concoction of memories
Translucent and phosphorescent.
Tarrying perchance, in a happenstance dance,
A wake, lingering long, along into the night
On the back-burner, dimmer set to simmer.
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