A-WOMAN-WRECKED
She's worn and weary
and old of age;
lonely, going loopy.
Jim perches in his cage.
"Jim lad," he chirps.
The parrot looks around.
Oh the poor old lass,
find her life's ship runs aground.
VINCENT-VAN-GOGH'S-
GHOSTLY-MAD-VOICES
Windmills, tulips
and Dutchmen's cheese,
cut-off-an-ear
with less-than-perfect-ease.
Smell and taste
and eyes to see,
what was one ear?
Vincent heard voices internally.
A MERLIN MAGIC
The moon goes round
just like a crystal ball
as through the trees
an owl is heard to call.
It takes to the sky
with a brush of wing,
riding on its back
is a hobgoblin.
Let down your hair
my dear sweet child,
kick off your shoes,
the eyes are wild.
Dance, yes dance,
my pretty gypsy queen,
with the very magic
that Merlin has never seen.
SLEEPING BEAUTY
Off she goes to her beauty-sleep.
The shallow girl's vanity find is deep.
BAD-BOY-BILL
A Billy-be-damn?
A Billy-no-good?
Too-young-and-handsome
weren't you, Billy-Budd.
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