Monday, September 27, 2010

Poetry Bus, Childrens Story.

Like a bronc sometimes,
I'll stick to Magic Carpets
Ripples and dips
and a few twists,
Dusty Mustard and Blue
over oasis, desert
we flew
in pursuit of wishes;
akin to rubbing that lamp!


Jinksy said...

I fancy a ride on a mgic carpet, too! :)

MuseSwings said...

I held the edge of the hallway runner once, just so I could experience the feel of hanging on to a Magic Carpet. Your poem has filled in the rest. Love it!
That's the color Crayola has been missing all along: Dusty Mustard!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Lovely, I likes this, mucho!....'Dusty Mustard and Blue
over oasis, desert
we flew
in pursuit of wishes;'... How cool is that?

Domestic Oub said...

Ah great poem, enjoyed it :)

Helen said...

I always believed Aladdin and his genie could grant any of my childish wishes ... take your seat at the front of the bus!

Gerry Snape said...

I love what Muse Swings says about holding on to the edge of the hall that's my style!!!

Peter Goulding said...

Better than an Opel Corsa any day of the week. Dusty mustard!

Karen said...

Do you have any room on that carpet? I fancy a flight!

Argent said...

A compact gem!