UP unplanned in the truly best hilltop atch
THE growlers lashin the roof with hail and thunder
as if Thor he/her/'#"the"self was insulted and her thorny pride
(as usual from bein' too fussy about a possible "match" to quote the one real woman goddess)
from even the very most perfect compliment
she must hide.
The lightning - thrashing all about stagelighting every tree
(in fact her in charge with her actuall REAL thrilling positive
[[r is it negative] electrical energy
so theyre all just jealous)
a vicious (frightened disturbed from its well earned sleep)
actual serpent,
"awoken" by the improprietorial affront
" how dare he think he's gonna get a sniff of my ..[ what rhymes with affront?.. hmmm to finness later on]
As if on perfect cue
Three years to the hour
"me me....owwwww "
But this time... this put down
Only made me smile
That's what you call doing the "work"
Or indeed "community"
in avin' it done
to one
for free
