When all the soil has turned
Just a little in any direction,
And two lovers join something,
And swap their coat buttons,
Behold the cave
That on this day
All rabbits will piss into,
A wonder and a beware
As their piss is clear
This was a poem written for a friend for his wedding.
When it was read out, the general reaction observed was a squint and looking around at others.
The inspiration was the rare mystical alignment of each animal of a species doing the same thing, at once, in the same place, on a special occasion, and such a thing that whilst not being healthy to get yourself into, would be,if it happened, quite an event and sight.
And the extra key to all this, was to be able to avoid what would seem like lots of water on such a lovely eve.