Throng of balloons
because of the pinch to be sure
something in the air happened in a silent way.
Some quail and tilt
Apt pear appears
all over the sudden
abruptly stopping gorgeous throes;
come up in the air
to fight with naughty cloud of balloons
before the sun
because ridiculous must come off big.
And then: the clash is so and so
and lots of fluff and knack and knack
So eyes get very weary,
blenching back behind the lids – whack!
And then it’s over,
barring tingle, tingle, dither, heat
to be thought and be mauled.