I’ve always been lucky so here goes:
Once upon a … It’s once but many times.
There was an old woman who lived in two shoes.
She’s dead now. End of rhymes.
Make the old new and the new old.
Sneer in the mirror and kiss the clock.
Pluck away. You’re alive as a rock
under the arm of a ticking toc.
Try not to think. The stream will determine
what dream will stink in an age of garbage.
The truth is the mind’s a mine.
Distinguish an age from an adage.
Oh what the hell. Give it a try.
Be an angel on the sly.
The creative one is standing on a stool.
It’s slippery up there. Now play the fool.
Do a pirouette but don’t fall.
The imagination’s it. Hear the call?
And if it’s sound you’ll know you’re small
in a cosmos that doesn’t know it all.