Graphic by MamaBear
Only Stranger
Oh, yes, there are worlds out there,
Of taunting mists and zephyred air.
Whose sunsets have a stellar quality.
Where bumble-buzzers hum on by,
Not knowing that they cannot fly,
In search of tasty tidbits savory.
Where feathered lobsters clack their claws,
In posting all the latest laws,
For all who would be peaceful to obey.
And drifting globes of bubble-fruit,
Entice the searchers for such loot,
And faery-gremlins love to dart and play.
Fine poetry is posted there,
For tasteful denizens to share,
And surely there’s a friend so duty-driven,
Who puts the bon mots up in lights,
To hoots and hisses of delight,
All for the joy that they were given!
NicknamedBob . . . . . . June 23, 2005