There is paddy lady rolling tongue on song
About rain to bring rice on the sun’s death.
In slush the sun falls to a temporary death.
Just before dusk he will be whisked away
To the posterior of attic behind the hills.
Grandma’s pickles are left to dry in sun.
The sun is dead in attic behind grandma.
A son-in-law is caught in the slush of rice.
He rolls up lower garment as the snake
Loosens mouth around a half-eaten frog.