Pitt Fall Poem by Saul Palti

My lonely lady full of friends
but yet not I to pretend
to see her undress and big breasts
for she is in hearty distress

we are alone yet together
while the others begin to lover
for the covers are fallen
as my heart has sunken

she is my life and wife
when she gives me my knife
and we begin to fight
for in the end all take flight

a breath of gush to take
and never early but always fake
my wings are her house
as she drops her blouse

fire burns her mates
when a firemen tessellates
and the world is new
about what on earth to do