O how they laughed!
Two grown ups
Tickled pink
By the shared meeting of dark humours
In an rippling oasis
Of awkward desperation.
O how they roared!
The father and his prodigal son
Splitting the ribs fatted
On Fate's ironic twists,
In those few hours
Before being devoured.
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