This morning the dwarf wrote an annoucement
in vegetable broth prose.
He put his \"Pierrot la lune \'\' costume
to go to the star\'s funeral .
Orchestra playing goldfish requiem .
There was the gentle Colombine
with its candy-coated childhood sorrows .
And all the gorgonians disguised
as low tide heart mermaids ...
In the alley wet with pump and poop
an cheap tricks illusionnist ,juggling
with incomprehensible metaphors
and some other far mottos...
Arriving a few sleep late
the awkened one ,socializing
with voices from beyond the grave
and R.I.P for the looney bin !
Plus a band of joyful augustes
looking at the wise man \'s finger
scratching his bottom !
A Harlequin from the rising sun
confusing John Lennon and Sonny Liston
trying to warm up the zombis with funny antics ...
And suddenly the rain began to shed tears
scattering the mourners
leaving open the coffin containing
the rest of the poor star ...
\'\' Lets enjoy a lethal pint ,
today is a big day for a good haiku fishing ! \"
Said the the grand master of ceremonies.
The star is dead ,leaving a blank in the trending
where cuckolds swing ...
I didn\'t attend the funeral .
You know ,we have to love the stars
it helps them find a destiny towards the end ...
___________________________
To my friend Idris
elegantly relegated to his role of madman .