Far up North...
Is a place
Where Mr. Grass does his famous tango on Red Rooftops
Far up North...
Is a place
Where Mrs. Ocean suffers from her 'Not just Monday Morning' Blues
Far up North...
Is a place
Where Uncle Snow slides down Miss Mountains' voluminous Breasts. Lucky Him.
Far up North...
Is a place
Where Miss Mountains lets Uncle Snow slide down her voluminous Breasts. How Cheap.
Far up North...
Is a place
Where our Old Fella' Sun never goes to bed.
Far up North...
Is a place
Where Madame Sky flirts with Monsieur Clouds quite shamelessly. What Nerve.
And Far up North...
Is also a place
Where Father Rocks and Mother Sand live Happily Ever After.
Because Far up North...
Is not just any other place
Ooh la la!
ReplyDeleteThis post too is 'Some Thing Else'!!
:)
I really love it.. it's uber cool!!!
-Poorva
Poorva said it....its Some Thing Else....
ReplyDeleteHaha! Poetry from nature - the work of a rather contemporary Mr. Wordsworth this one.
ReplyDeleteAnd mustn't that place far up North be beautiful? :)