A bunch of antediluvian kids (hand in hand) -
torpid, hunched – entreat precipitated juices
and cherished memories
to gambol in juvenile repose
with their immortal inklings.
Cloudy heads (four) dance
to the savory tune of melodies
which sparse lips lend a jingoistic flair to
and thus exhume a very eclectic youth,
which once appeared tangy to an untrained eye,
has a mellowed charm about it
They clap to cheer a treasured event
and punctuate cloistered existence
(in prevalent solitude)
with a hyperventilated laugh.
The withered, shriveled (sober) leaves
incessantly crackle (make merry)
under their feet, thus applauding
a phenomenal success at gray,
An evening in an evening, that is.