Don the mask and join the parade.
Twirl twisted to the tune and turn and wrench some more
To the bang of the drum, bangs three twelve eighteen
Flail hysterically to the hand jive, 30 50 90 .
The dance abruptly ceases..
Encore! Yell the crowd.
Sit on the ground
watch the parade march around
go through the whole town
no one notices
that jugglers are choking
and the little kids are smoking
the balloons are deflating
and its so frustrating
but the pills are sedating
Who led the parade
76 trombones did
Along with cornets...
Brian Hill - 2019#137
That song in your head helps with word creation....
A place where dark becomes the light
and inner candle burns so bright.
Where dreams center to grow and sprout
and feel great peace so one can shout.
A place where love drifts in the clouds
and sounds of birds play nice and loud.
Where you and me can feel as one
inside the night and setting sun.
A Wonderlands not far at all
It is the place where we stand tall.
To face great change for fear to fade
replaced by love do join parade.
Inspired by Nikole L Thanks
a day in new york