May 6, 2009

Nonsense is one sense I often forget to employ

I sing keylessly, my locks are tangled
(Can any key open a lock of hair?)

I scramble up a slope with my long legs
(Don't know about the scrambled eggs.)

I waltz in the petals falling from the tree
(I'm sure the grass likes the pink rain.)

I exclaim happiness from concrete blocks
(You're an attentive audience, oh river and rocks)

I ride the swing. The swing flies high.
(I like crazy flying without wings.)

You know it's easy to be giddy
(So won't you skip with me?)

1 comments:

Michael said...

Hahaha! *laugher of glee*