A Song of Epic Disappointment
Lemon apples mixed by hand
Holding promise of sweet beginnings.
Or loud voices shouting silence
With hammers pounding
Lemon mush and apple bash.
To this rattled fest Evan cometh -
Drawn by smells of sounding boards.
Humming William Tell and sleeps
Astride great Silver bereft of
Silver bullet and mask –
Hero yes; hero maybe; hero sandwich no-the-less.
Pounding rounding riding shoots
He eats and leaves.
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