Blogue-Blague

There was a Barrie that came to Rio, not the straw but the blue...
Took him to the sea... Of red and black... He saw the (orange) light...
Incadescent and indecent.... He saw much more but I was not here...
I had to take him up the hill to see it all from up above...
Soaring under the searing sun, but it only rained.... I did not...
Now Barrie should come... Out of the blue... And into the black...
He is back in San Fran... She is back home... A terp like the rest of us...
Slowly and gingerly stepping out... Barrie, do come...