A Part From Here A Part From There

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.