by sophiasummerNorthland, New Zealand
May 2013 622 Views 4 comments
The "Cat" in the Hat
the crowd was gooving
I felt his neck
his body
well rested within my plans
he hung his head at me
I threw all
my chilling hat voice
where ever it may land
till he over rode
I had no choice
slipping a riff
all heart
and the hat
I coiled
and
then they sat
the waves of sounds
lifting
like wayward warriors
stricken alone
I played
to all that moaned
so within my soul
I kept so silent
flares of beautiful glam
to go back stage
and munch
on yummy
green eggs and ham
I felt his neck
his body
well rested within my plans
he hung his head at me
I threw all
my chilling hat voice
where ever it may land
till he over rode
I had no choice
slipping a riff
all heart
and the hat
I coiled
and
then they sat
the waves of sounds
lifting
like wayward warriors
stricken alone
I played
to all that moaned
so within my soul
I kept so silent
flares of beautiful glam
to go back stage
and munch
on yummy
green eggs and ham
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2013
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a bit of 60s nostalgia, plucking away at my 12 string this morningPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (4)
breakfast, Oh mysterious maiden from the forbidden
island of New Castleland.
contrive such a unique perspective.
Cafe