Thursday, 15 January 2015

The street party - a poem by Chris Zachariou

loneliness in a crowded place
loneliness in a crowded place

Tonight the street is so dark
that it seems it's nearly bright
and a lusty giggly moon
is crawling up the sky.

The band is getting ready
on the fiddle, we have a chimp
with the bear playing the drums
and the canary is going to sing.

The wine is flowing all night
and the frog is feeling dizzy;
he is jigging on the roof
my God that could be tricky.

The dog is feeling frisky
with the cat that got the cream
they are in love with each other
and are dancing cheek to cheek.

All the misfits and the oddballs
and the creatures of the night,
saucy girls and naughty boys
they are having a good time.

Old Nick is so distressed
he is feeling rather ill
cause he is getting no reply
when he calls his little imp.

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