Life Is Like a Maypole

Ribbon as red as blood floating in the air The blowing wind gives it a bit of a flair The yellow one beneath it waving the other way As though it wants to be left astray. Is not our lives that way I truly envision Yet looking closely it needs supervision. The green ribbon twisted to the pole For this dance this it has no role; the yellow helping itself up like a newly lit flame Its stamina is bleak has nothing to proclaim Our lives struggles with hurdles to jump We work hard yet our finance always on a slump. The blue ribbon dancing all the way without stopping It makes the others jealous others their hearts throbbing; The virgin white on top of the pole in command It’s the prolific one it wants to be in demand. Now I think of my life comparing it to the white It is quite different, in fact it is completely shite. I have already entered one for the contest but since I liked the theme I wrote another one.