/// This field’s foliage is not green and lush.
They dispose of it by Burning Brush.
unlike Joan’s unchecked yearning
for her handsome (but newly wed) crush.
/// Joan kneels down and, with care, lights the fire.
She’s consumed by enkindled desire.
if it weren’t for her.”
Joan pretends it’s his wife’s funeral pyre.
/// This field’s foliage is not green and lush.
They dispose of it by Burning Brush.
It is called “controlled burning,”unlike Joan’s unchecked yearning
for her handsome (but newly wed) crush.
/// Joan kneels down and, with care, lights the fire.
She’s consumed by enkindled desire.
“I’m the one he’d prefer,if it weren’t for her.”
Joan pretends it’s his wife’s funeral pyre.