The Unlikely Demise of the International Balloon Festival
The throaty hush of floating ocarina
inflated by the hundreds: Albuquerque
at dawn a scene of dirigible marinas
attempting launches. High above the jerky
releases, volunteers appear a meadow
of beasts at work insuring inflow gaskets
and gas supplies: thank God and King for Glasgow's
econo-Smith who brought us wicker baskets
of goods — and so they were! Cheroot, wild fruit,
tsarinas drifting large, a perky crowd
of gondoliers in cloudy vain pursuit
of corsairs equidistant one per shroud.
And then a flame-war: Popeye's "Olive" crew
assaulted Homer Simpson. "D'oh!" He'll sue!
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