A Song - Shakespeare's Monkeys

A Song

Let's wisk away on golden wings
of marzipan and stars;
in Quixote dreams, a spirit sings
of storybooks afar.

Now float upon the silver mist
arising from my shore,
then turn this way to steal a kiss
and catch a cloud once more.

We'll sprinkle blues and greens upon
the smiling fabled skies;
of fairy tales and magic wands
enchanting sleeping eyes.

And soon I'll wake the sun again
to trace a dream or two
upon your lips, we'll taste life then,
my song will sing for you.

Jen -

I like your song. The rhythm flows well and reminds me of a lullaby..

Anstey -

You can wisk away on SILVER stars
but ill keep the gold and marzipan
i'll be shades of donkey haute
and annoy you 'cause i can

I like you song, it's very cool
much better than my crap
and if i weren't such a fool
i wouldn't answer like such a sap.

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stephan

Kat -
thanks jen, it was meant to be a 'grown-up' lullaby/fairy tale......and stephan, your comments have a certain je ne sais quoi, except for the last line......you a sap? je pense que non......Kat

Alcuin of York -

Jeeze Kat, what's the matter with you? No chocolate? I guess marzipan will do. Perhaps I can imagine some extra dark around it. *sigh***

Very nice, my dear. One suggestion: L3: "Quixotic dreams, a spirit signs". The meaning remains clear, but the extra metric beat is eliminated. Other than that, the ballad meter is perfect, and fits the subject matter to a "T".

Alcuin

Kat -
Chocolate would have just been too tempting.....