Driggling on Andros

Last night we visited a local bar and entertained ourselves with a Greek version of a "write-around"! Entitled "driggling", we passed a piece of paper around and added sentences, sometimes folding the top of the paper over to hide the previous sentence, sometimes not. This is an example of our creativity, under the influence of vino!

 He painted his pants 

 With colors on his hands 

 And his hands in his rants 

 Then, he stopped and looked around 

 At the waitress with greedy eyes 

 Looking down on her thighs 

 And so, missed her pool deep eyes 

 Gone away, he found ice 

 Forming in the dark blue pools 

Of the wild countryside 

 Man, did he ever miss the love's light

 Kept walking 

 Into the depths of another dimension 

Out of space, out of logic 

Beyond all of our comprehension

In never ending circles 

Until the cat blinked 

And the mouse winked

 So I turned my back and raised my collar to the wind 

And all the songs have been singed.