BROTHER GRINN: When flying high, Brother Grinn, at your feet, the world falls.
BROTHER GRINN: Heavy world, Brother Grinn.
Boink!
BROTHER GRINN: Ouch! Lost its tethers, world just did, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: Here’s a parasol, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: Even your shadow, Brother Grinn, steps on you, when you’re down and out.
BROTHER GRINN: Careful how you treat your shadow, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: Good care, I take, Brother Grinn, of my shadow.
BROTHER GRINN: Keep it black and spotless, do you?
BROTHER GRINN: And everywhere with me, Brother Grinn, I take, shadow mine, without fail.
BROTHER GRINN: But you ditch it when night falls, Brother Grinn.
Boink!
BROTHER GRINN: Ouch! Day dislodged night, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: Here’s a hard hat, Brother Grinn. Why ditch your shadow at night?
BROTHER GRINN: Because, busy am I, with village maidens three, Brother Grinn, for miss me so dearly, did they.
BROTHER GRINN: Village maidens, Brother Grinn? I thought you were a monk?
BROTHER GRINN: A priest in disguise, I am, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: And three maidens, Brother Grinn? Two is company but three is an orgy is it not?
BROTHER GRINN: Not an orgy, three, Brother Grinn. Whoa-Wah-Whee, it is, believe me!
BROTHER GRINN: Whoa-Wah-Whee, Brother Grinn?
BROTHER GRINN: Ms Whoa, Ms Wah and Ms Whee, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: But will that not make it a four-some, Brother Grinn?
BROTHER GRINN: Count not oneself, Brother Grinn, when blessings fall at your feet.
BROTHER GRINN: So, you’re flying high, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: Nope, but in the haystack, rolling, Brother Grinn, with village maidens four.
BROTHER GRINN: Four? I thought there were only three maidens, Brother Grinn?
BROTHER GRINN: Ms Whee brought her twin, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: And what was the twin’s name, Brother Grinn?
BROTHER GRINN: Ms Twin, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: That’s novel, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: Yes, rides too, Ms Twin does, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: You meant ‘writes too’, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: Bucking horse, I am and she-
That’s enough boys, this is a family friendly site.
BROTHER GRINN: And the Bald One has spoken!
BROTHER GRINN: From Olympus, the god, Brother Grinn?
BROTHER GRINN: Nope! From Singapore.
BROTHER GRINN: Know not, did I, they made gods in Singapore, Brother Grinn.
BROTHER GRINN: Made in China, Brother Grinn.
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