as the winds whip't the willows
and the waves wept in billows....
there danced a snipe and a kinkajou,
well watched by a loving loupgaru...
....the bonfire shrunk....
down they fell, kerplunk!
as a skunk
in a funk
dove, tail-first,
for a dunk.
all were given towels,
some say by sweet horned owls
that's the story...as I've heard it...
doesn't seem the least absurd, it
goes to show just how a word, it
changes colors, once wind's blurred it
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........