Literary Impulse & Paper Poetry ‘Eudaimonia’ Prompt Submission

Scripturient Scrolls

Way back when men were men and girls were pearls of glory there was a word few had heard referred to in a story.

The word is Eudaimonia and under the mistletoe men kissed girls with golden curls blessed from head to toe.

My daddy was a mummy and read the Dead Sea scrolls a well read scripturient scholar and liked hot-buttered rolls.

My girl friend came from Cyclops she only has one eye she was a hooter on a scooter As she went rolling by.

We natter, natter, natter then gnat a little more we do it now in Greco time she calls me her Gladiator.

She sometimes turns hypnagogic a sort of pre-sleep trance then we cease the histrionics it’s a pisstified romance.

We’re waiting for each other it’s not wrong, to ring the gong Leonard takes her liking in his poetry and song.

Like two peas we’re poddified and bask in blessedness engrossed in Eudaimonia in pure contentedness.

So, here I am, I am the man writing scripturient scrolls like a wombat I’m the bloke takes long evening strolls.

Pass me the Tabasco the mustard and the sauce pour more on the hot dog and one more for the second course.

Everything is upside down in the land here called down under Eglah is the answer this word may make you wonder.

Thanks for reading.