Sometimes he sleeps in the stable
And wakes up to gadflies' hubbub.
Scarcely a woman waits for him
At the Pub to secure his wallet.
He neighs like a horse after two gulps of cheap liquor
And she plucks the gray hair from his beehive like beard.
After sometimes both of them groan
And the Platonic love continues till the rickety stable closed.
Unusual metaphors. Interesting write. You are so prolific. I salute you for that. Kind wishes, Sandra
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Beautiful metaphor! You got the message across, brother, well penned, keep up! Proud of you, you got my vote,10+++