Carneval
Last night’s feast for lunch instead, postponed due
to pork pies. A Quiche! Bless you. Shrove
next Tuesday. Easter April Five. Another
forty days & forty nights wilderness.
Invert and live in lushious luxury!
The Jolly Messiah, rollicking cove
frolicsome, flatulent, Fallstaffian
Game for a laugh. Fat cross bum. Floozies seep
with laughter. Knickerpissing! Raus, Raus.
Crucifixion riot. Festival of the oppressed.
Why waste carnival on the cold months?
Turn the world upside down in Spring.
Letta tausand blumen blume…
Grimbeau 