Bleary-eyed drunks stagger down the street; Eyes drawn to orbs of color, Looking up, the lanterns become planets. Spinning spheres of vertiginousness that send tipsy chappies face first into terra firma.
There was a lantern maker from Hoi An
known for being a brilliant craftsman.
So increased his fame,
'til his shop burst in flames,
and they called for a paper lantern ban.