Random #33

All the King's men

lined up for a drink

from the fountain of youth 

each one with a different cup

but the same old story

some painted in gold and red

and some just shiny and bleeding

One lowly sheepman, returned from business in dusty Galgaron

with his heart on his head

and a pain in his chest

spoke of the great emotional circus

somewhere far to the east

where "lions are the masters, and humans their monkeys"

A young lady with a gorgeous mane of hair

and a subtly sultry shape - a perfect pear lady - ripe as a summer banana

nibbled on her fiancé

whom she called cookie

whom fought for a release from the fountain

of eternal youth for his beloved

not that she needed it

still the King's Men protested

she just was not man enough

they could tell by her softness, among other things

and her cup was half full

"But it isn't and I'm clear as a fountain on that just look a little deeper"

said her husband to be

who himself carried a frozen cup from the icy tundra

"How, man! can you carry such a frozen cup, without freezing?"

To which the nearly-wed replied

"Simple. I wear molten mittens.. in my mind"

"molten mittens? who ever heard of such a thing?"

"And not just that" pointed the intended man "but you see the glow in the lady's smile?"

"How could we miss it?" Grunted the stiff skeletal man of old King's Cross

"helped me over the bridge of life into the sea of love" he smiled at her

"I guess … it is kind of infectious" said the skeletal man with wretched wist, or possibly just a sigh passing through his bare bones with style

His own cup was handcrafted with care by the twist witches from terrible twist island

with the inscription V.L Bones (Very Lovely Bones)

So he too knew

what it felt like to be rattled up inside

and with that

the king's council conceded

and made swear by the book

that, for the lady, just this one time

exceptions could be made

and rules could be broken

and cups could be tossed

like they were on this night

full of stars filled with tears for a better story

and a moon with a cloth

who agreed 

and wiped