let me recall for you
a tale
a tale of
two tongs
a mated pair
paired as long
as tongs recall
a romance, until.
walked… by… thong
“this is splitsville baby
I’m gone!
time to dig
into something new!”
so he splits, in two,
and after much
inner weaving
she decides
the very next evening
to grab on her grip
and find something new, too
two tongs

notes… just one of those that sprung up one me, just amusement, something simple, silly and silly… no idea why this popped in my head, ask the muse, it is not my business man I just work here. leave space in the world for the silly, man is not satisfied on philosophical doldrums alone…. sounds like a good tag line, maybe I could use it on a blog…