posted on Apr, 12 2016 @ 01:42 AM
Let me tell you about a magic seer
A man well known to have no fear
For he is known as the anger God
Throwing fits and shaking his rod
For ages he sat upon his ass
Fantasizing about the perfect lass
Until one day he met a joker
She lit his fire, he grabbed his poker
She was a goddess he wished he knew
The dirty trickster that Painted his crystal balls blue.
He wanted to find her to take a nap
But he thought he saw a dirty trap
Because of her beauty he was blinded
Never trust a woman, he was reminded
Consumed with confusion and endless dread
Would she have lead to losing his head?
I noticed the contest so revised my story. Oh and the lighting fire part is about the burnt tree pic...