February 26, 2013 Poetic Bloomings Rubaiyat

Having a Little Fun

We skip along a wide and shady street

Make slapping noises with our sandaled feet

We laugh and wave to people passing by

It’s something we like often to repeat 

Pretending to fly high in an air plane

Or zip along the ground in speeding train

We’d honk our horns or make sounds like the wind

Folks watching us might think we’ve gone insane  

We say the sky is green and grass is blue

Or slosh about as if the street is goo

Or grope around as if we cannot see

The neighbors do make comments, quite a few

At time we make our voices sound so low

And then pretend we only can go slow

We act like we’re one-hundred-twenty-three

Or play we’re wearing snowshoes in the snow 

Imagination is a friend of ours

Together, we have great super powers

We can be just anything we want as

We all perform and carry on for hours