Fallen from crest, carer careers
Heads for terra firma recalcitrantly
Clutched from catastrophe thy fate?
Or destiny distressing, firma terra destination?
Tune in next week
Same bat time, same bat channel
Yeti appears courtesy o’ Harry’s Chip Restaurant
Plummeting pugnaciously, redemption implausible
Saviour sought from plunge ruination
Outlets clandestine, strain draining of soul
Doth karma not dictate lustrous hereafter?
Recompense for recent fortunes rancid
Yeti then recalls karma non-existent
Crystal chalice semi vacant he opines at epiphany.
Capricious yeti’s plunges are frequent
Though blessedly thus far ne’er reached floor
Redeemer a chalice with halfway replenishment
Fill-up his fillip, required in haste
Where out thou flagon, hirsute man’s emancipator
Thine procrastination troubles soul, gravity leading on points
What do you mean “Dial 1 – for redemption, 2 – for counselling, 3 – for more options”?
