At the crossroads,
Looking East and West then North,
The Wicked Witches Winked, suggestively,
The Good Witch Smiled, demurely,
Pulled by the pulse in his pants,
Enticed by soft siren song in his heart,
His head effected an intervention.
The satisfying thwack of common sense,
He turned aside from the left-hand path,
Declined horizons reach, the way forward ahead,
He went back behind him,
And it all went South.
© Greg Richards
Inspired by #1LineWed 8/3/17 ^^