If the World was an Orange
He rode a purple unicycle
In circles, in the rain
Writing words of poetry
And drinking pink champagne.
A rather roundish tuba player
Splashed puddles as he played
'The Earth Song' all wrong,
Yet no one was dismayed.
The people in the market place
Were cheerful, brisk and bright.
The Sun broke through in a patch of blue
And set the stalls alight.
A lady wore big blue hair
And wheeled a hoop with a stick.
A ribboned poodle danced behind,
In the wake of his lady’s slick trick.
Laughter and singing whisked the air,
Merriment was rife.
A drummer boy rattled his snare.
The jubilant rhythm of life.
It was as if the world was an orange,
With its sordid history peeled away.
With bright tangy truthful humanity
Born again, wholesome and free to play.
The tuba player slipped and fell
Knocked the unicyclist to the ground
He landed on the lady’s hoop, she dropped her stick.
The poodle ran off with a nice stick he’d found.
Everyone laughed.
The drummer boy drummed.
Rainclouds fled the horizon
And life truly hummed.
This message has been edited by WondersmithWest from IP address 68.144.28.13 on Feb 27, 2005 4:23 PM
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