Labors of the Wandering Love-Lost

What were we wine-ing of

Last Johannes Nacht?

(or was it St. Stephen’s Daeg?)

When the Poldy cactus was in Bloom

And we turned Heaven Upside Down

Scratching each others “I”s out

69’d on the bleeding world tree

Was the but of our dispute

The cause of olive the I’m-sorries?

Or did we alter when we alterations found?

What changeling keeps on creepin’ in

To make Titania cross pen-swords with Oberon?

Who wore the ass’s ears or the goat’s horns this time?

And - Oh Fucking Rocks! -

What was the question again?

No, never-never a negation

To this crazy fixation...

The answer, said Molly, is We.

Said she to the should-we-keep-goings-?

The answer will always be, Oui.