Post by Jamie~poetshare.forumotion.com on Feb 9, 2010 14:20:52 GMT -5
Chocolate Dreams (Draft)
Chocolate trees throw their fragrant blooms to the ground with haste,
Gifts for the children gather for the day's celebration.
Giggles of joy rise as the young ones ensur none will waste
As parents thank the Bon-Bon Banyans' consideration.
A smiling sun directing its rays toward sippy-cups
Where sunlight turns to naturally sweetened lemonade.
Green teddy-bears arrive on their flying labrador pups
Eager to babysit while parents enjoy the parade.
Thousands of bluebells tilt toward the sky and open wide,
Miniature megaphones to convey the announcement:
Welcome to the Joy Parade, our source of eternal pride!
Comes the silken voice of flowers in choral pronouncement.
Standing-room only in the world-famous Chocolate Bar,
Where Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein shared a stiff drink,
Intelligent bystanders nodding as they gently spar
Over whom was the better contributor to mind-think.
And I, sitting on a park bench made of chocolate dreams,
Gaze about in wonder at the lack of all pretention.
Such pleasantries are not often the goal of mankind's schemes;
Instead, we ravage our souls for one minute's attention.
(Still needs work but I need a place to put it for now.)
Chocolate trees throw their fragrant blooms to the ground with haste,
Gifts for the children gather for the day's celebration.
Giggles of joy rise as the young ones ensur none will waste
As parents thank the Bon-Bon Banyans' consideration.
A smiling sun directing its rays toward sippy-cups
Where sunlight turns to naturally sweetened lemonade.
Green teddy-bears arrive on their flying labrador pups
Eager to babysit while parents enjoy the parade.
Thousands of bluebells tilt toward the sky and open wide,
Miniature megaphones to convey the announcement:
Welcome to the Joy Parade, our source of eternal pride!
Comes the silken voice of flowers in choral pronouncement.
Standing-room only in the world-famous Chocolate Bar,
Where Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein shared a stiff drink,
Intelligent bystanders nodding as they gently spar
Over whom was the better contributor to mind-think.
And I, sitting on a park bench made of chocolate dreams,
Gaze about in wonder at the lack of all pretention.
Such pleasantries are not often the goal of mankind's schemes;
Instead, we ravage our souls for one minute's attention.
(Still needs work but I need a place to put it for now.)
