His appearance did not scream ruckus nor did it hint at shenanigans
Mild through he seemed
A vein of mischief threaded through him
Fusing to his heart
Wrapping itself around the oracle of his essence
Inescapable hilarity brewed beneath his pale balmy exterior
Binding him up
Bubbling out
Bursting forth
Impossible to contain
Creating an unstoppable laughing man
Spreading his clamorous contagion
The people roared with delight
Venerating his drollery
Idolizing his hoopla
But he dreamed of an interruption
"Stop!" he screamed
"Il me faut arête!"
A profound desiderium consumed him
He ached for silence
Craved reticence
Longed for just one moment of brusqueness
He drifted past the point of no return
And decided to stay
©kcasady2014
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