A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


Utopia or Misanthropia??

Was a time, they sighed
When this be a place
Flowed with milk of human kindness
And Honeyed words…

Was a time, he thought
When each rainy June
I’d bungle, burgle and
Flee, no loot to boot…

Is a time, now, we wonder
Where to has fled that milk and honey…
And he wonders, with awe
How I struck lucky this rainy August night
Booty and Loot and all!

Sigh. And Sigh alike
Regret. Rejoice.
This ‘wonder’ is here to stay!

Garbled scrambled (non)sense 😀
1 September, 2011