The mountain sun made His skin brown,
His tender skin was forgotten once He entered the town.
The town was a small one full of life
surrounded by lovely green hills, seemed clear of strife.
The people in the town were too busy to see...
He who walked unnoticed by anyone but me.
Unnoticed as if He were a regular, no one to know.
He who by monstrous hands was pulled into a pub's glow.
Inviting myself in, I walked in to the perfect balance
of curiosity and malice.
Despite their intentions the pub heads were quite fair,
with this stranger their liquor they were eager to share.
'Bring him some bourbon!' one of them said.
No sooner had I blinked that bourbon he was being fed!
NOT YET FINISHED!
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