Polka Dot Town
In a ho-hum town of grays and browns
of dreary skies and gloomy sighs
a gangly stranger came into town
with a peculiar glimmer in his eyes.
He tipped his hat with a toothy smile
to folks whose faces never changed
he looked all around for quite awhile
and people thought him kinda strange.
The very next day, the sun did shine
the townsfolk woke to a jolting shock
bright, bursting colors had come alive
the whole town was painted with polka dots!
A great commotion filled the streets
never before had they seen such a sight
young ones loved it, old folks shrieked
still others laughed with all their might.
Then magic of the polka dots began
to lighten hearts with happiness
with a carefree spirit of newness again
and hope for future pleasantness
...I wonder where that stranger went next?
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