It’s said that Hercules, during one of his labours, rerouted two rivers to wash away the accumulated filth of a huge stable.
I’m thinking of doing the same thing.
Kind of.
If you substitute “master bathroom shower with thirty-plus nozzles” for “huge stable”, you’ll see the need to divert a raging river or two to my house for good water pressure.
But the rivers are glacially fed and I want pleasantly warm, so I’ll dig a hole deep enough to create a volcanic vent. Simple.
You wouldn’t believe the nonsense reasons environmentalists are using to try to stop me.
Story Old — Dancing With Nonsense
Photo by Drew Colins on Unsplash
I dance with Nonsense,
in a shower of warming rain.
I bow to him and he to me.
My madness made plain.
He in his overcoat
and me in my cap
Heady summertime smells
Like rose and pine sap
Deliciously delightful
only my dance partner and I
One and one plus no other
Spread our wings and like birds we fly
Oh Nonsense is like no other
He’s freely dee dee di dee
Delicious dances in summer
And he lives inside of me
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