Sticky End

The Fondant Icing Boys

are all falling down the stairs

while somebody outside

is smoking a dastardly cigar

that smells like dogshit.

King Neptune's bladder wrack gonads

head at a rate of knots

toward the industrial laser beam

while Zeus activates

his "Out of Office"

and plunges head first

into a K-hole.

Sibley Moonlep twangs

on his one-string diddley bow:

a sonorous zombie,

this oily Eloi can only

traipse towards the gaping maw

of the Thackley Tunnel,

to become the centrepiece of the feast

for a family of cannibals.

B.R. 06.05.23

Behold the cranachan!
But what is it? you may ask.
'Tis but a trifle.
Picture by R.R.