Ramblings Of A Demented Mind Ii

He blew out the candle, And a moth was saved. But evil Tequila, Took him to his grave. The statue in the park, Had it's limitations. But the pigeons and larks, Left manifestations. The sun and the moon, Were'nt talking at all. And the moon called the sun, A red rubber ball. The moth lit the candle, And twas suicide, He once had been saved, But he finally died. His wife poured Tequila, On his grave still warm. Then she left smiling, On her lover's arm. The park custodian, Cleaned the statue just fine. Then he told the birds, Of the No Dumping sign. The sun went away, Cause the moon was a loon. Then went on vacation, On the dark side of the moon. 7/5/13 Alton Texas