So perhaps it is time for some dreaming
just fun of course and not any scheming
as together we roam
far away from home
seeing sunset on waves' vivid gleaming

so many animals in rhyme
sneaked into the ark just in time
a good job that they did
as the rain caught the lid
and ensured they were saved from the grime.

A tiger begot much new splendor
in need of no ardent defender,
while monkeys began
procuring a fan
that often might crave huge surrender.

Ten candles encouraged all creatures
of language to run double features.
Each hour yielded wicks
that often were sticks
advanced by fine preachers or teachers.

The dragon blew out a fierce flame.
He was having an interesting game.
He blew hot and cold;
had a maiden to hold,
till St George beat him much to his shame

I gladly receive any news
implying unburdensome views.
I'm hoisting a flagon
which shouts I'm no dragon
unwilling to pay righteous dues.

Friendship when we share a joke
is like being given a poke
that tickles the humour
and scotches the rumour
that was burdening the minds of we folk.

All blunders done merely in jest
can add to our lives tons of zest,
as >>> mulling a word
both loud and absurd
brings laughter and friendship -- at best.

A blunder just done in jest
Can add to our lives much zest
As we mull over a word
And find it absurd
And laughing find friendship at best

I gladly confess I quite blunder
while striving to lighten some thunder,
and that I stay sure
to foster no cure
that might strike rich dreaming asunder.

But dancing with two left feet
May not feel quite as sweet
As toes are still smarting
From battering and carting
Around while just missing the beat.

Each moment instructs us in dancing
toward multiple forrms of romancing.
Our kisses seem sweet
as worlds turn complete
and everything cries for enhancing.

Mm but dancing is truly a skill
and one I've not got so I'll chill
by eating stew slowly
as if it were holy
and wait for you and the bill

When stew might be truly great stew
I answer by looking at you
and sensing an answer
as lithe as some dancer
whose steps could be spankingly new.

Can goulash be ghoulish I wonder
As you thrust my thoughts asunder
I glance over at you
As I eat my stew
And yes, vegetarians, I could be a funder!

I'm very enamo[u]red of you --
a beast who ends up in my stew
yet won't seem too foolish
to sense I'm as ghoulish
as creatures with not much to rue.

Much tenderness beckons us all
and brings us toward something like fall,
and, though we feel able
to turn any table,
we nonetheless suffer a squall.

Huge anger and sorrow combine
to speak of much light that can't shine
as malice continues
to rip at the sinews
of lovers that eagerly dine.

Would anger erupt with more violence
As Graham went purple in silence
His knuckles went white
She trembled in fright
As shouts signified disaster portents.

One foundering ship has created
a world whose precisions stay fated.
The bubbly, old sea
has found the great glee
of telling a story undated.

One sensible manner appears
to carry our hearts through the years
and lets human clothing
encourage large loathing
without also causing large fears.

We doubtless will fashion a dream
that doesn't go up in thick steam,
and, though breath be lengthy,
it also proves strengthy --
enough to imply some pure beam.

I'm feeling completely fed up
with having no hope in my cup
and often turn wary
of seeming too scary
to be much beside some sad pup.

My dreams are a knife and a fork
and countless repiggings of pork
as all my fresh hoping
might proffer your moping
the crystalline songs of a stork.

The voters stay likely to choose
more candidates rich in weak views,
and, so, each election
is one more infection
too silly to borrow or use.