HAD HIM A THOUGHT…
While laying down caught
Up in resting, had a thought…
(Or fermented corn?),
It grew so fearfully fraught.
Remember, he was wracked in pain,
Finding relief (it wasn’t cocaine!)…
Juggling a vision
Of limited wisdom,
Enthusiasm he barely contained!
Like an old man with no more thrills,
He imagined a roomful of girls…
Women, if you will,
This man came in so they’d unfurl.
Imagine a roomful of hugging
Women…no cameras or bugging…
‘Twas all too much
For this man to touch,
Sensory overload came a-tugging!
‘Twas more than he could’ve stood,
And fainted from way too much good
Behind the veil
He HAD TO ESCAPE…and he would!
With fantasy circuits blown
He struggled his way back home…
To his quiet nook
With a good book,
“Too much at once,” he groaned.