On the Horns of a Bull

I fiddled the night away

On the Horns of a Bull

I fiddled and diddled my way out of my

dire circumstance. I carved out a new fiddle

from the wood floors of my prison and made

its strings from the guts of my bikini clad

captor which in reality was a man-eating plant.

I burned it to the ground.

 

I wooed and bedazzled those lovely nubile

Nubians with my charm, good looks and

musical abilities. I plucked picked and used

my stick  on those fiddled strings, stomped my feet

to my favorite demonic beat and watched them melt

and burn away.

 

All in all I had one hell of a good day…

 

 

 

RC

8/13/15