This is what happens when the system goes down at work.
T’was the night before Beltane
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Well, Brownies chasing a mouse.
The Maypole was hung in the garden
In hopes that the coven soon would be there.
The people were nestled all snug in their tents
Some of them dreaming of bonfires immense
And I in my sleep shirt and she in much less
And just settled in to state of undress.
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway I flew like a fool
And promptly tripped over her mules.
The moon rose high over lawns green and dim
Gave luster to a man who was definitely not slim
Surrounded by Maenads it now did appear
That Beltane was going…
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