in darkness
just before the dawn
the madmen dance
out on the lawn
spin, scuttle, clop
for in the light
a toothless grin
or sunken eye
or drooling chin
betrays the madness
deep within
spin, scuttle, clop
they promenade
and curtsy low
they all join hands
and dosey doe
spin, scuttle, clop
and as the threat
of daylight spreads
they waltz their way
back to their beds
to dance all day
inside their heads
spin, scuttle, clop
(orig. posted 2/17)
🙂
I’ll put my dancing shoes on.
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Lol!!!🤗
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“Between 3 and 6, when my great ideas hit.” – Louis Cole.
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This is a remarkable and curious poem that I can see being studied and discussed by literature and psychology students and all kinds of intellectuals as they explore your words for decades to come. Did I mention that I admire and respect your artistry? 🙂
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Wow! Thanks! I really like your posts, too!
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