By The Literary Masturbator™


As I walked into the courtyard

The fountain began to yell

It spoke of the many lives it had seen

It had many stories to tell



The fountain admonished me to listen

I dared not say a word

The only time the fountain stopped speaking

Was to comfort a thirsting bird



I no longer dismiss water

As something merely plain

I pay attention to the water

Whether ocean, pond, or rain



For it is in the water

Where you can be set free

That is what the fountain said

The day it spoke to me