~ Into The Woods with Fireflies, Fairies and Gypsies


In the cold dank misty springtime and dew

The fairies and the gypsies stew, brew
The dancers heels tap in one accord
As the castanets clap clap with the classical guitars
The heat of the fire and the sweat from their tango
Makes the night pass with no thoughts of tomorrow
The twirling whirling of the situation at hand
Makes me sick with puke, you’d understand
But the gypsies and the fairies steal the souls
And their lures so attractive; the human is too bold
Making it home by morning is a sure goal
Good luck my friend, because now, you’ve been told.

Thanking all lovely thoughts today

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