Fox Biddable (28)

   
   "Fox Biddable (28)"
   
Clovis Bloom was in a surreal state of mystic meditation,
Praying the Holy Rosary; specifically, reflecting upon the Sorrowful Mysteries--no hesitation,
Viewing himself as the mighty mongoose that was Christ's cool companion,
Swiftly slaying the antagonizing adder in the Garden beyond sin's canyon;
Next, weeping as the quintessential Herpestidae, during the scourge at our pillar's kin,
Which are our selfish smears of insidious sin;
Furthermore, not slaying toxicity while a humble crown mocked with thorns,
Yet accepting the humiliations, so that Christ's love can open the heavens to all fatigued forms;
Then, watching with weeping eyes as his Lord carried the timber burden,
Before brutally being nailed for our lack of righteousness--it so obviously certain
Since we seek not first the shimmering quiet of God,
Yet panic over the hullabaloo-like noise of an adversary's wickedly vociferous fraud;
On the contrary, his tears did fade in this sanctuary of silence, like a friendly mouse,
Chanting the Hail Holy Queen, and remembering Her brave and protectively chaste spouse;
As a result, Clovis knew that death has no salacious sting--
If we drink of the bodacious blood that in reticence does bravely sing;
Therefore, he would French Kiss Jenny McGee's foxy mouth,
Being resurrected to a sub-state of normality, and possibly, share the synergy as himself a spouse.