hands

there once was upon,
a hand such as mine;
something on it passed the line,
now it's wrapped in gauze.

it dribbled and drabbed,
leaked and looked;
it may never be the same,
minus a few pints.

there was a hill, it was very big,
it's shaded many places but not
too much;
it's cool and nice and time is spent-
frolicking and re-wrapping
the hand that started all this