Jangles

The best part of vacations

Is they alter your routine,

Like giving up the tuba

For the jangly tambourine.


You leave your comfort zone behind

And venture into where

Nobody knows who you might be

And no one seems to care.


You visit places you have only

Read about in books

And taste cuisine created

By some unfamiliar cooks.


The scenery is different

From what you are used to seeing

And being in such strange surroundings

Might be somehow freeing.


The oom-pah-pah of daily life

Has all the normal angles,

But sometimes, just to spice things up,

You need to hear those jangles.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014



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Date: 3/30/2014 11:34:00 AM
Love how you show the spice of life as jangles. Very creative, Ilene.
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Date: 3/30/2014 8:38:00 AM
HAHA! Love it!
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Date: 3/29/2014 2:13:00 PM
I think I hear the jangling calling with just the right percent. With just a little bit of luck, I'll make my quick ascent. Up to the mountains, down to the shore and valley's inbetween. Yeah, I can surely understand the jangling that you mean.
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