Skirts
With comforts,
Hollandia Yoghurt flirts...
Before each tongue diverts,
From the usual that alerts,
The change to an impromptu concerts,
In different stages of many a song asserts
Except for the atmospheric dive,
Our faces depict the shared skirts
Without sweet scents, breaths hive
Swaying gallant statues in style alerts
High concentrated inebriant consumed
Took our legs lightly easy leaning back
Subjected to change of hits well costumed
Our voices disown its pitches to its crack
Introduce us to the people we know not
And we mingle like been known for ages
It wasn't true but lively moment grown hot
Speaking truthful lies unlike most sages
Happiness
Staged liveliness
Interrupt able orderliness
And introduce apt funniness
In order to promote calmness
Actively seeking to warm night dizziness
Through the beauty of tease staggering fitness
Of our hearts pouring out raw felicity's queasiness
On a Sunday evening t'will be
After a sweet sermon from the priest
And my ageing buttocks glued to no wooden chair
Oh my lovely meal on the table
The last thing to graze my intestines
And some swigs of Hollandia Yoghurt
Then a leaning back
Chanting in the Holy Spirit
And Closing my eyes to open no more.
No bullet driven through my heart
Neither a concussion from an accident
Respite of poison I would rather not
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