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To greet the very Caesar with “Ave”!

“The yet to be discovered system in the Milky Way…”

A journey with a redolent bouquet

With quite an unexpected expose

Of lifelong disenchantment, disappointment and decay

Did really manage to portray

Me as a paramour manquе.

With my lips sealed I feared stiff lest my damn look should say:

“It’s unbelievable that having had my last and a most promising essay

In hunt for happiness, I should’ve brought melancholy someway.

Manners be hanged, I’ve always known I’d rue the frigging moment any day

When blasted vagueness staged a play

Where I took part, where gained my sobriquet”.

My apprehensions I could not display

Or otherwise…rebellion, mutiny, foul play

My crew could travel till doomsday

Or…till wild water filled hatchway.

So hardly had we left the bay

On a refulgent day of May,

Its tact suave, the look soignеe,

And voice melodious, each section given vivace,

Than vicious wind led us astray.

Forcing the radiance into crashlanding on below sea level run –be cursed- way

Herding a flock of ink above – as good a shepherd as a bouvier.

All of a sudden all the calm whittled away.

Why, an inveterate rouе,

His senses sharp, his mind risquе,

While intimacy’s such that one has never known in cabaret.

As in the sea of lust his anchor is aweigh.

Its tainted waters cloak precaution with remissness to bewray.

Acts straight without any foreplay.

One doesn’t need to plug away

At understanding the impatience of an easy lay.

A dingy substance started leaking out of a sweet, lambent dragee,

So colours murky, branching out, replaced gay.

Someone had rubbed the latter in the utterly wrong way.

The shiny dyes got bleached and hit the hay

In their loose-fitting ebon negligee.

The sky was given a black card for violating fair play.

And in the smoked up blue, this overfilled ashtray,

Egregiously dried up and wrinkled like shar-pei,

We saw a vast and threatening array

Of clouds sinister and grey

Devouring splendour of the day.

It sprinkled our appetizer with black caraway,

And falling short of expectations never got our hands on an entrеe,

It viced the sky and feasted on its small flamboyant alleyway.

The whole bald shiny section had a cover of dark-haired toupee.

It didn’t fancy getting soaked so it put on a black beret.

Malicious storm has snared its pray,