Connections

On:  ScrabbleBinxy.Blogspot.com
Author:  Carroll Scherber

Created:  March 26, 2015

Remember, I love you says Lucifer Scherber.  The emotion of love fills my heart, as a father loves a son, after Lucifer Scherber tells me.

Get me out of here, Lucifer says as he takes off to the bathroom!

That’s too much emotion for me, Lucifer tells Beelzebub.

Here’s some lotion for ya, as Scrabble passes him some lotion!

What’s that for, Binxy asks?

That is so you can put your love in motion, Satan tells him!

That’s an emotion I can’t play with, Lucifer says!

We all play these games in emotion.  So, when an animal hands you a towel then put your emotions in love because love is an emotion just as a flower inside the barrel of a rifle.

Here’s you towel, Lucifer yells to Satan as he throws him the towel!

That’s one for Social Media, says Beelzebub to me!

I don’t understand all this Social Media, says John Lennon.

That’s how we stay connected, says my coloring book.

It is like the connection between the stem of a flower and the barrel of a rifle, I tell John Lennon.

That’s awfully deep for them, says the weasel who played a game with a mongoose in a home full of mice and a large gorilla.

The connection is no deeper than the stem to the base of the barrel.  The connection starts at the base of the stem to the opening of a barrel.  The connection comes from when a fair maiden stands before a soldier who holds a weapon of destruction.  The connection ends when the fair maiden releases herself from the flower which holds its own connection.  When the connection stops in when the flower has bloomed.

The animal kingdom plays a game and shows me an astral plane of their backsides and say, there is no barrel in my flower as their backsides wag back-and-forth!

Now Honey, I have a stem for your flower because I am no more than just a daisy in your field, I tell them with a sense of humor as their tails wag.

Connections start and stop as battles start and wage as families are torn apart by the animals who dance in the garden where the maiden has chosen to pick the flower.

There’s that word again!  Chosen, says Lucifer!

Connections bloom as connections die, connections flourish as connections are torn from the…