Date: 2007-03-22 13:01 Subject: The Parade Security: Public Tags: my original poetry

On the parade of life there are crying clowns,
laughing and sighing and the ups and downs,
and headless monks of virtue true,
watching the sky turn its dieing hue.
And the unicorn sits on a float so tall,
Crying "Rejoice, Rejoice, for Babylon's fall"
While the married frog sits and grumbles aloud
Wishing all the while he had married the toad.
The Jester was furious to see the parade,
and in his tirade cried "At once, stop this charade"
"Animals should never ever parade and sing,
and certainly a unicorn should never be king,
I say that Achilles the King ought to be,
for it is the fall of TROY we celebrate you see.
When the Jester had finished,
an arguement ensued
and the Tomcat spoke up,
"I don't mean to be rude,
But I thought we paraded for the fall of Great Babylon,
Whose hanging gardens you see lie in ruins anon"
"Nay" croaked the Tortoise,
"Tis for Jericho's great city wall
Which Joshua brought down in the city's great fall."
When a wise owl stood up and cleared his great throat
"Fools" said he with a laugh and a boast
"To what means and what ends does this arguement ensue?
I see from your open jaws that you havent a clue,
What city has fallen shouldnt matter to thee,
Why not celebrate for pure revelrie?
With this you'll all be a much happier lot,
Now open your ears and see what you ought"
On this all the animals happily agreed,
and went on with the parade, happier and free.