Oops, you spilled your joy on me
Like party punch
Right down my formal front
And I almost started dancing
With the smell of that strawberry wine.
Friends, let's raise a glass
To the Lover of Our Souls!
I'm not one for getting drunk,
But I'll get drunk on this.
I'm not the best at dancing
But I'll dance all night for this.
I hope it spills all over town
I hope it runs into the rivers
I hope it swallows up the oceans
I hope we drown.
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6 comments:
Another thoroughly enjoyable treat. Fun, exuberant and a joy to read.
Thank you.
anonju
Are fronts are often way to formal, eh?
sweet poem, I think that's one of my favorites. : )
I think that it is a very strange but interesting peom but why did you say I HOPE WE DROWN?
i said to broderic such cassieness! :)
Bronnie, the punch stands for joy...so saying I hope we drown in joy is just saying I want a lot of joy! :)
Such Cassieness!
Love,Mom
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