#WritcoPoemPrompt120

The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
The Queen painting the scene
The roses are red and the tale is not true
The rabbit in the hole had more than what you knew.
The up and the down in the bottle by the door.
Elevations of sensations and the settler of the score.
The adding of the total and the pointing of the signs
The worm on the pipe and tea and the time
The watch in his hand and the logic in the hatter
The love of the heart in the Queen of blood red splatter
the age old novel full of silly humor and seemingly innocent laughter
but a hole can go deep under trees where men sleep
The day could slip away and the cost is often steep
Tata for now my mind is going to stray away
Tip toeing through the pansy and the tweedle dees and dums that run away
WHooooo are you? I know not what you say.......SCRreeeew all of you the world can fuck itself today..

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