Miles and miles over the road;
Hoping the fair princess
Can discern in this hapless toad
Inside loom love and kindness
Along with old pain and mischance.
But to worry a bit of brie
Along with, just maybe, a dance,
Would be any true man’s dream.
So, a road trip in a new September
A start of something special—
Or an adventure to long remember?
Two empaths to closely encounter
And perhaps co-mix their life stories;
High hoisted on tenterhooks,
Dreaming of better glories.
So All Ye, All Ye, In Free! I’m going to fair Slidell.
Wish for me your best and let’s see what a fortnight can tell.
–“It’s still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.”
The little girl with the blue lacy dress
Came tottering on down the road
Thinking of cakes and the sizzle bacon makes
And Tommy’s stupid old frog toad
Fingers soft feeling the picket fence
The dress spotted green from Walnut Creek pond
Blue lacy dress was wondering about running on home—
Maybe crossing over by Memory Hill beyond
Stupid Tommy’s frog peed all over—
Getting away seemed to be the thing
But ain’t no way she gonna show
That she was just some girly nothing
Blue lacy dress got on back safe home—
Momma’s pie cooling on the tin Woolworth’s rack
Tommy boy troubles are for old tomorrow
When down to the hollows she’ll steal on back