You might think you know this story,
But yours is much more flowery,
Dabs and dots of illusion,
With decades of confusion,
A forgetful father, a muddle-head daughter,
Tinkered to provoke laughter,
Perhaps for romance , a clever twist,
Or maybe, even a fearful fist!!
Up from times blurry trails,
Came the fanciful fairytales,
Full of gaudy glamour,
And foreseeable amour,
But who am I, a struggling writer?
To help you remember,
Oh no! My dears, I am a time spinner,
For it is in my broth, you
shimmer!
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 7:48 AM UTC
You might think you know this story,
But yours is much more flowery,
Dabs and dots of illusion,
With decades of confusion,
A forgetful father, a muddle-head daughter,
Tinkered to provoke laughter,
Perhaps for romance , a clever twist,
Or maybe, even a fearful fist!!
Up from times blurry trails,
Came the fanciful fairytales,
Full of gaudy glamour,
And foreseeable amour,
But who am I, a struggling writer?
To help you remember,
Oh no! My dears, I am a time spinner,
For it is in my broth, you
shimmer!
© Megan Parson 2017
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