Never ending strings of letters flow throughout the page
that are webbed into words and invoke thoughts to engage.
Whether the engaging is for a war
or writing letters for loved ones afar
Information will, somehow, be conveyed
be it truth or opinion swayed.
Some opinions masquerade as facts
like Donald and Nancy and their acts.
Who is Donald? An orange baboon
Donald will be out of office soon
Orange I'm glad to rhyme with balloon.
Balloons, with enough helium, might reach the moon
when skies turn peach on the setting sun at noon
At noon the sun appears at the top of the sky
the tune begins, you sing, "I believe I can fly."
As you sing, your arms turn into wings
increase hang time, do amazing things
Flying and gliding, it is exhilarating
up and up to the clouds and get hit by lightning
Your wings are charred and you are falling
fiery crash, you stand, death defying.
Your wings, now charred, reform into your arms
on your hand, a bowl, "Thanks me lucky charms!"
A leprechaun shouted as he ran towards you,
marshmallow: pink heart, yellow moon, purple horseshoe,
3 humans chase the leprechaun from behind
".. orange star, green clover, blue ... Please be kind!"
The 3 humans draw ever closer,
a baker, a butcher, and a grocer.
It looks one has brought a toaster.
The butcher takes out his cleaver
Deed is done, bloody green garments remain
The last thing you heard from him were screams of pain
A grand start for winter solstice, is it not?
The baker places the Lucky Charms and the leprechaun meat in a pot
Dwarf recipe name it biscuit, elves call it hors d'oeuvres.
Seeing this unfold, you turn to run,
down to the magma sea for fun
Oddly, you find it empty
but for a lone dwarf sentry.
A tree is growing, fraught with limes.
Never ending strings of letters flow throughout the page
that are webbed into words and invoke thoughts to engage.
Whether the engaging is for a war
or writing letters for loved ones afar
Information will, somehow, be conveyed
be it truth or opinion swayed.
Some opinions masquerade as facts
like Donald and Nancy and their acts.
Who is Donald? An orange baboon
Donald will be out of office soon
Orange I'm glad to rhyme with balloon.
Balloons, with enough helium, might reach the moon
when skies turn peach on the setting sun at noon
At noon the sun appears at the top of the sky
the tune begins, you sing, "I believe I can fly."
As you sing, your arms turn into wings
increase hang time, do amazing things
Flying and gliding, it is exhilarating
up and up to the clouds and get hit by lightning
Your wings are charred and you are falling
fiery crash, you stand, death defying.
Your wings, now charred, reform into your arms
on your hand, a bowl, "Thanks me lucky charms!"
A leprechaun shouted as he ran towards you,
marshmallow: pink heart, yellow moon, purple horseshoe,
3 humans chase the leprechaun from behind
".. orange star, green clover, blue ... Please be kind!"
The 3 humans draw ever closer,
a baker, a butcher, and a grocer.
It looks one has brought a toaster.
The butcher takes out his cleaver
Deed is done, bloody green garments remain
The last thing you heard from him were screams of pain
A grand start for winter solstice, is it not?
The baker places the Lucky Charms and the leprechaun meat in a pot
Dwarf recipe name it biscuit, elves call it hors d'oeuvres.
Seeing this unfold, you turn to run,
down to the magma sea for fun
Oddly, you find it empty
but for a lone dwarf sentry.
The dwarf looks up and finds
A tree is growing, fraught with limes.
The branches radiate phosphorous glow,
a bright green as the tendrils grow
"Welp" he stands "It's time to go",
As he runs throughout the caves
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Topic: The Endless Poem (Read 2558 times)