Dizzy dizzy thoughts
In a tizzy tizzied boy
Who was really just distraught
At all of the hoi polloi
Who knew that what he saught
What could bring him so much joy
Was a girl as overwrought
As this busybodied boy.
Busy busy days
In this bousy-like life
Walking in a daze
To the drum and to the fife
Thinking through the craze
Playing with his pocket knife
Pondering the ways
To keep his future rife.
Laugh laugh friend
You're in a sticky spot
Not following the trend
This girl potrays alot
Please do not pretend
That you didn't have a shot
Just try to transcend
And realize I matter not.
A contest entry
- Serenade by second-born.
600 points, ended November 23, 2007, 18 entries
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Comments
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This is a very danceable song…I could almost hear its happy tune incorporated with your lyrics’ nice rhymes and good flow…thank you for sharing your write…
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Amazing!
I love the rhythmic flow of this! Hard to explain but it was bouncing in my head, bopping along as I read it. Well done.
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