Pierre, Persephone, Adele and Jonathan

A sagacious, salacious, salubrious, celebrity, soggy saga

by izzy ess from wilderness

Section one:

Pierre, Persephone, Adele and Jonathan,

Platonic friends for years,

Were spending Easter/Passover at Tom’s

“Deliver Us From Evil,” Bed and Brunch.

Our Tom must go attend the funeral

Of Abercromby Synching, Lynching Judge,

And cannot get his wife, or any one,

To cover for his only source of income.

He might ask the four good friends to stay,

And pay but half to keep their rooms and cook

Their suppers by themselves.  Tom said, “The kitchen

Is well stocked.  All sheets are fresh.  If any

Customers come by, just act like owners

And just find them empty rooms, from E

Through M, and have them sign these little cards

And show you some ID, preferably

Their driver’s license or their passport, eh?”

The four good friends agreed to take the job

And, hurriedly, Tom left, while promising

To be around for breakfast, saying he’d

Return by 1:00 or 2:00 AM.  He came

Right back to show them where he kept the numbers

For Police and Firemen and a taxi.

He revealed just where the under-counter

Button was, in case there was a robbery

Attempt, and where the little safe

Was kept for cash and checques and scribbled down

The combination on a piece of paper

To be palmed and safely put in Percy’s

Bra.  Persephone disclosed she wore

No underwear.  Adele reached out and grabbed

The piece of paper and, hiking up

Her mini-skirt, just slipped it in her skimpy,

Lacy panties, showing off her gorgeous

Thighs and bright red pubic hair.  She smiled

And writhed a bit to emphasize her shapely

Hips and pretty derriere and rippled

Abs.  Tom pulled his eyes away and ran

To catch a waiting cab.  Persephone,

Pierre and Jonathan applauded.  And

They didn’t see a second cab discharge

A tall and handsome stranger in a tux,

With tails and tall top hat, black shoes and spats.

With dulcet tones, the stranger creeped them out

By asking if Pierre had space for wife

Whose cab would soon arrive.  Requesting two

Adjoining rooms, this Mr. Frankenstoned

Announced, “My wife, Sincere Lee, will need one

Whole room for personal black baggage, eh?”

Adele complied and gave him keys for L

And M, ensuring his ID was kosher.

The sexy man had given them two passports

Issued by two countries, China and

Albania.  Kantanker Kranken Frankenstoned

Smiled slyly slowly saying, “C’est la vie

En rose und Deutschland unter Allah preys

Y pasta prima vera, shut the door!”

A puzzled Jonathan inquired about

Tuxedo’s luggage.  He retorted that

His wife would manage all their bags, alone.

Then turning stiffly he abruptly left

Toward adjoining L and M.  Pierre

Remarked, “He’s odd.  I wonder what his wife

Is like.”  Adele agreed but added, “He

Is handsome, fascinating and so sexy.

I could go for him, if he was willing

To accommodate a younger gal,

Like me.”  She gestured with her hips and lifted

Up her skirt to show her sexiness.

Persephone did likewise and the girls

Did sexy hip thrusts at each other.  Hugs

And rubs together with their breasts and pelvises

Ensued.  The boys applauded and encouraged

Them to keep it up and pushed them closer

With their palms and groins.  The girls turned, laughing,

And they grabbed the boys’ hard penises

And held on tightly.  Suddenly, a golden

Phaeton, transformed from three plump and orange

peanut gourds and cutsy baby

Rhinoplastic-elephants appeared, transporting

Them to chateaux in the clouds with psychotropic

Button wing-ding things.  The four

Plutonic friendlies separated and

Stood, looking cherubimically statuesque,

Upon the woman who’d arrived.

The woman, Mrs. Freda Frankenstone,

Who was named also, Mrs. Sin-Seer Lee

Was much adorned in sparkling jewelry, a

Tiara, earrings, necklace, bracelets, rings

And anklets looking like a miracle

Of diamonds set in precious, antique gold.

Her tight black dress was slit down to her navel

And ‘twas slit up to her pubis.  And

It seemed her pubic hair was black, to match

Her dress.  “Oh, Darlings?  Is mein husband yet

Arrived?”  The four friends nodded, “Yes,” and told

Her he was waiting for her in adjoining

Rooms, both L and M.  She sweetly smiled

And said, “There are a pile of thirteen bags

To be retrieved, my little angels.  Tip

You each a tenner, if you bring them to

The room my husband’s designated for

Them.”  Four young innocent admirers so

Complied and rushed outside to get the bags

And bring them to Room M where Kranken

Frankenstoned awaited them.  They got a fifty

For their efforts.  Doors were locked behind

Them.  They returned to minding the reception

Desk, while gazing at each other hungrily,

Despite their life-long, “Pledge On Tails

And Tales Of Pluto.”

Section two:

Not aware of what they doeth, four good erstwhile friends became four avid lovers.  They wandered to rooms L and M, unclothing all the way.  They rapped and found the naked Lucifer, enjoined with naked Lilith, who welcomed them with masts arisen to the Hanging vines of Eden/Babylon, just West of Nod, just East of Golden Gate, securely guarded by the Cherubim and flaming, twirling sword.  The door behind then to Rooms L and M were locked forever.  Our  Pierre, Persephone, Adele and Jonathan will live forever more in Babylon with Solomon’s original great Ark and all the Power of the Pentateuch secured within.  The fruits of Knowledge will be theirs, tonight, and every night, for an Eternity.

The thirteen jet black bags transformed themselves to Jesus and the twelve Disciples.  Much more fun were Joseph and his twelve great siblings, Dinah and eleven brethren.  Jacob and his brother Esau still were battling in the desert, south of Jericho, where Joshua knew how to bring down walls with ultrasonic waves delivered by the trumpets, rhythmically.  King David was still trying to be with the virgins sent by beautiful and sexy wannabe The Queen of Israel, Bathsheba, who was pushing Absalom for Prince.  But he was still a bastard and the laws were strict about an illigitimus.  Besides, the legal heir was still Prince Solomon who would build temples and be great until defeated by the future folks of future Baghdad, the Iraqi, still irrational, today, while changing something elegant, A Mesopotamia go something terse, Iraq.  It wasn’t bad enough to lose A Persia to Iran and have it run by psychopaths, instead of homicidal sultans.  The DNA of David and Great Solomon was passed along to Jesus.  He may have done the same for future generations had He not been celibate, It says.  He may have passed His DNA to Martha with the flaxen hair, with whom He ,was spotted stroking on the Mount before His famous Sermon.  He also passed some time with Mary Magdalene, whose life He saved in brilliant lithping tone, “Let he who hath thinned never, catht the firtht thtone!”

The actual line of begetting started with Lot whose wife didn’t heed the warning to just turn away from Sodom and Gomorrah,  or as the ancients of Rome and Greece called it, Atlantis, just off the coast of Malta, which can be seen 200 feet down, on a clear water day in the middle of the Sea, where lies the Island State of Malta, originally up 200 feet from the sandy, quartz bed of the empty basin, which would originally refill with sea water when the tectonic plate under Africa moved south, again, and unblocked the Straits of Gibraltar, right under the statue of Colossus of Rhodes, standing akimbo, with one foot on Gibralter and the other on Morocco.  Lot, the Abraham/Ibrahim’s nephew then became the only remaining Jewish man north of the first family of Jews and Arabs, whose Matriarchs were Hagar and Sara Lea, the illegitimate and lgitimate mothers of Ismael and Isaac, the eventual progenitors of the hundreds of thousands of Muslims and Jews that moved from the Red Sea area, northeast, into The Middle East, from Portugal to Turkey, the north coast of Arica from Morocco to Lebanon, and the rest of the world, after Jesus, and his disciples, created Christianity and after Mohammed inspired the Q’aran and started Muslimism.  The Vatican, Palestine and Mecca remain the places for pilgrimage for the three God/Gott/Allah-fearing folks.

Most interesting is the genetic line that produced the Kings of Jews, from Saul, David, Solomon to Jesus, the last that famous one who was assigned a sign on top of his T-shaped hanging board to make a Cross, the icon of all times for Christianity.  The sign, in Latin, read, Iesus Nazarum Rex Iudeum.  The acronym is the iconic word, INRI, in English, Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.  According to Genesis, presumably written by the Hand of God, or at God’s direction, by the chisel of Moses, Lot was the last Jew in Egypt and only his daughters were alive, his wife being a pillar of salt, forever.  The daughters recognized the gravity of the situation and got Lot drunk every night.  Each daughter in turn, lay with her father, until pregnancies occurred.  Figure that!  One of them, with Lot, begat Moab, an ancestor of David.  Thus the line of Jewish Kings, is by their own scriptures, a direct result of an incestuous union between Lot and one of his daughters.

When I put it all together, with some help from my learned Hebrew friends, it was better than the plot of any soap opera I’d ever seen or heard.  Personally, there was no way I could write fiction better than this Truth.  I’ve tried, incidentally, to write the truth about my family and my kith and kin.  I found it dull and I’ve been fictionalizing about them, and myself, thereafter, to try and make it at least as interesting as the Pentateuch.

When the continental shift caused a flood and, as described in Genesis, as the God-favoured Noah and his family of children, animals, whales, fish, mans of war, hippocampi,  insects, rats, cockroaches, octopi, grain seeds, saplings and vegetable plants, were set adrift from the Nile Delta, only to be beached at the base of Mount Ararat where were already growing olive trees.  The Arc was presumably smashed and dashed on the rocks.  Of questionable authenticity are the splinters of wood found at the mountain base said to be from Noah’s huge vessel, with exact measurements, in cubits, recorded in Genesis.

Of course our four avid lovers, Lucifer and Lilith were unconcerned about who was arising from their thirteen black bags.  Whether it was Joseph and siblings, Jesus and disciples, the animals of the Zodiac, or the animals of the oriental zodiac, or Captain Hook and his Twelve Pirates of Pirates of Peterborough, Lilith took on the responsibility of teaching Jonathan, Persephone, Adele and Pierre, the nuances of physical pleasure.  Percy liked her penetration softly with a gentle thrusting motion.  Pierre accommodated her because he was a gentle gentleman.  On the other hand, Adele preferred her nipples to be roughly squeezed and tweaked and her breasts kneaded like a piece of pizza dough.  Enjoining with the Lucifer, she got exactly what she wanted, roughly handled and with vigour penetrated and scrubbed and rubbed until she climaxed screaming and demanding more.  Johathan attempted to get into her but she demanded Lucifer.  He grabbed Pierre and pushed him into Adele’s body with a bang.  Adele was satisfied, but still wanted more.  Lilith finished her off with her hermaphroditic apparatus while Jonathan and Lucifer diddled her and each other on top of Adele.  The site of  Lucifer on top of Pierre on top of Lilith who was completely into our Adele, looked funny to Joseph and his siblings and they laughed!  |Dinah thought a minute and decided to pile on.  Her brothers helped her mount the mounting number of folks.

And so it went for days and days with not a thought for food or drink or sleep or exercise or work or all the usual activities considered to be normal in an Oriental or Occidental circle of kith or kin.

When Tom returned at 1:30 AM, he found his only source of income gone.  Looking up, he saw his former building floating in the clouds without a visible attachment to Earth.  The Songs of Moses and the Psalms of David were heard, accompanied with tambourines and lutes.  The sun dazzled his eyes and he couldn’t see his inn ascend into the heavens, on its way to a big Black Hole behind a huge Nebula.  He mumbled, “Damn kids!  You can’t trust ‘em these days.  I wonder if there was any money in the safe.  Oh well, it’s gone forever.  I don’t think it’s heading to Kansas.”

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

May, 2013