This poem I wrote might make some sense
Though I just threw it together
Without any glue from mind and heart
It may fall apart like feathers.
A part from here, a part from there
like a puzzle missing pieces
It might be dumb, but I don't care
Don't die when you read this.
Hey hey the merry go round
don't Mary go around no more
The last time I seen her turn
She was thrown off to the floor.
I ran out of quarters, halves, and thirds
Trying to write down something
But when I went and dug up the words
I just came up with nothing.
Meet me at the barn at ten
and bring along a long lost friend
We'll dance all through the night
Then go to bed at mornings light.