Post by anirbas on Apr 26, 2019 20:05:45 GMT -6
Prithee, kind sir, drink. Drink from this goblet
I humbly set before thee. Filled to the brim
with a concoction of warmed wine and cinnamon.
Tis also a magical potion--infusing,
bubbling, mixing through your red, red bloodstream--
it shalt bring wondrous things to happen in your life.
Dost thou wish devotion from thy fey, fickle wife?
She whom hast cuckolded thee, more than thrice?
Her loyalty thou shalt soon procurest.
Dost thou yearn to hast hair lost and gone, back in place?
To match the luxurious beard grown thick on thy face?
Then a mane a stallion wouldst be proud to own
shalt from thy shiny bald pate sprout and spring.
Perhaps thou wish for riches beyond measure?
A stack of coinage shalt soon to thee appear.
Yay, this magical wine flavored concoction
shalt bring all thy hast ever wanted to appear.
But, I promise thee naught it wilt draw
peace and happiness in life, nigh and near.
Joy stems from inside and needs only be freed
to flow as a tide at your own whim and will.
~Anirbas aka Sabrina aka Nir.
5/14/2008
