a study toward sonnet #335 by FisherKingKQJ
Up bubbles water from tectonic plates,
Produced by the black-hole-in-white-dwarf core,
Adventurous tourists find their soulmates
Effervescing a friendly foreign shore.
Though acclimatisation was a chore
For either of us, in from Qatar we flew
Aboard a red carpet we banked to soar,
Two hooded falcons as our makeshift crew.
Arab coffee is a strong, precious brew
Just as long as your feet don't touch the ground-
I felt some guilt at what he went through,
As back to front books I judged were sound.
We've both sworn off a bubbling hookah pipe,
All year we eat coconuts, dates too, ripe.
We've both sworn off a bubbling hookah pipe.
We've both sworn off a bubbling hookah cylinder.
We've both sworn off a bubbling hookah tube.