Ester's Mouse Skin Perineum Eyebrows

On little things, as sages write, 
Depends our human joy or sorrow, 
If we don’t catch a mouse tonight, 
Alas! No eyebrows for tomorrow.






No eyebrows of mouse skin
For Ester my love, no glossy
To cover her barest..


She'll look like demon or a ghost 
From old Edo, especially
when she puts them on drunk.


So drunk in fact, that
the origin of all metaphor
is not unlike a skinless mouse
laid quietly on a perineum
divan.


There is an eyebrow
like a caterpillar
on your perineum divan.
There is a drunken hand,
called 'the World'.


Or that if that one world is fine,
why not a corncob covered in a
kernalling of worlds, and appalled,
a blue corncob of Earths
would be so very much better!


Firecrackers in ancient China!