flea, fly, flow, flum

   
   
silence: the opening of a gateway for it all to come crashing back. our minds must relish these opportunities to show us whatever horrors or delights its saved for such occasions      
     
A moment, a second, a lifetime      
     
just enough time to saddle up a mayfly      
with two more tethered behind      
coz it's a three day ride to Constantinople    
and not even the fastest flying thing      
could make it there in one         
     
'come here' croaked the musketeer      
let us drink our murky ale and make merry      
there's a plan in place for the fair Rapunzel        
the damsel simply needs to cut her hair      
its just a case of getting the words      
to reach her ears atop the tower        
       
who'd have thought      
it'd be so hard to catch a mayfly      
in the middle of january      
and there's a lack of friendly flying things      
volunteering the journey      
that'll not have you eaten by accident      
just before reaching the desired destination]      
     
the musketeer slammed his goblet on the wood top      
"the situation is bleak      
soon the rider will call for Rapunzel's hair      
and she will surely let it down      
then he'll climb the tower      
but you, you've no way of getting there      
.. have I told you before      
about the faeries night club in the mini bar ?"      
     
mini bar? ...get back into character Mr Mitty      
this is s'posed to be the golden ages