Merryweather Gents

While the flowers bloom, a hidden necessity drives us all. Despite all our outward groaning, a delivery, a punch, an awakening, can leave us all to wonder. Take a step past all the sleepy willows and tired towns. The cowering bamboozle beyond the boors. Brilliance. Brilliance. The moon blinds the unprotected souls, the unharvested, the languishing, the unripe. A call calls the capable. Come! Come! Carry us to a kingdom with princesses who have tassels on their hats and peasants who smell of meadows and lilies! Hunts consist of a party gathering in the woods and drinking tea. Nay, nay, a guest would frown, then grin, laugh, and comply. Whose fault but no one, that the boar keeps far from a group of formidable chaps with strong cheek bones, strong eyebrows, strong arms, and blinding smiles? There is no reason to go further.