Lost Love Lust

Tags: dust

• the love tribulations of sir Jack Dust.

  There once was a particle of dust.
  It floated from left to right, up and down, and quite typically; round and round.
  It did not crisscross, or zigzaggy-do, but it sure did like that stew.
  Next to a carrot it fell, just boiling and swell.
  A family of green beans floated by and yelled to him:
  “Hey Jack! Guess there’s [...]