Ah yes... The time doth pass so fast my friends. Twas what seems like yesteryear when last we met on the glorious fields of poetic embattlement, to drive back the evil forces of racism and bigotry through these sweetly enchanted utterings. I have good reason for my absence (I was defending the honor, safety, and virtue of both young women and the elderly), but let us not dwell on that. The Great Reunion--which has been prophesied of since the beginning--has begun to occur. Most key figures have returned; lack us only one. Today's poem will center on the unfolding of these events:
The Great Reunion Vol. 1: Flowellenation
The mist of times, that once clouded eyes
Yet swift it is now unfolding...
Relentless haze, like fires ablaze
Disbursement hath done her dancing...
BOOM cracks the thunder, the world split asunder
New light begins to break forth...
Vague shapes then appear, with magic for the ears
Musical Viking Gods descending from the North.
Tis 'The Return of the Oh So Flowells'
Who on Earth can withstand their yell?
The Germans perhaps, with their pointy tipped hats
The truth only time will tell.
It's 'The Return of the Oh So Flowells'
Their fame doth the annals of history swell
Their funk made the Underground Railroad get crunk
Got 'em shakin' on the Oregon Trail.
That is all for this week. Vol. 1 is a short yet poignant reminder of the inescapable destiny that must be fulfilled. The question each of us should be asking ourselves is: What role am I playing in the fulfillment of that destiny? You're either for us... or you're against us...
Flowells for life...