Hiding in the high grass To nibble ankles raw, Dreams' interpretations Make me just guffaw. Get it? Got it? Good. The Court Jester joked just so. Such jousting, as it should, Tilts my laugh gazebo Built amongst the high grass On life's shifting sands, As the tides rush in, rush out, Uncovering wonderlands.
Hiding in the high grass
ReplyDeleteTo nibble ankles raw,
Dreams' interpretations
Make me just guffaw.
Get it? Got it? Good.
The Court Jester joked just so.
Such jousting, as it should,
Tilts my laugh gazebo
Built amongst the high grass
On life's shifting sands,
As the tides rush in, rush out,
Uncovering wonderlands.
-- A noonday Mouse