Starting To Feel Jazzy

The heart of a lion The soul of a flea The energy of a gnat Please do not let this be me Reaching into my junk drawer I pick up three items that give me glee A candy bar wrapper, And a playing card with a decorated bee. Dragons in my undercarriage, Dolphin party in the sea, This poem is starting to feel jazzy, It is lively, and it’s free. I line up the unicorns, Who are laughing at my knee. They ask Trixie to join them, So she dances away with thee. Her underling muses Chip and Dale come running to me. They are dying to write a poem, So we line up the junk items three. Let’s make it funny, says Chip A cut up we all agree. But Dale wants a sad poem, So we begin to disagree. Trixie's assistants laugh at my consternation And run away you see, So this is the end of the poem, Which made me yell a “whee!”