In Hog Swaller Holler
lives an old billy goat,
He smells so bad
he makes you gag in your throat.
His shack is hung
with lanterns made of paper.
In their bright golden glow
he loves to prance and caper.
There are times when the moon
is in a sultry mood,
when old billy gets to dreaming
and goes right off his food.
He is pining for a damsel
with pink and yeller hair.
He sings a randy tune
to try to lure her to his lair.
And now he's in a funk
because the damsel just can't see it.
Bill, my best advice, when blue:
if you cant find love, just Be It.
LOL. For Shay's prompt at Fireblossom Friday: to write about a place that isn't real. Though longing for impossible love is perhaps all too real.