The Land of Outlawed Talk
There was a Land, That passed a Law
Where People, were Forbidden to Talk
Oh, You could Think, Shake Hands and Wink
Stand Up and Even Walk
But if ever, you should open your Lips
to Utter one-Sense-Syllable, or Word-Sound
they would beat you down, to the Ground
and drag you away… Mouth-Bound…
but, Ever so Clever are People,
and Poets Devised a Plan…
“We Must Learn and Teach, How to Move
Every Girl, Boy, Woman and Mute – Man”…
“… Hold Hands Hi ! … When You Pass By…
Wave and Tap Your Feet…
Let Us Put Poetry in Motion
… since We Can Not Speak…
Lift foot and Kick, Do it Quick
Kick-It-High !... (if Something is Bad)
Kick-it- Low, (if You Don’t Know)
And Stomp ! ( That Means You’re Mad)
Let No Word Slip, Just Twist Your Hip
(It Means, ‘You’re Happy Today)
Or Nod Head Low… Shake It, No – No – No…
(And We’ll See, What Words Cannot Say)”
… Well, it was like This and That, They Made The Pact
to Communicate, Nonetheless…
Learning The Lingo, of Letting Talk Go
Was Hard, for A Stiff-Neck
But, If Ever You’re Around, This No-Talking-Town
Don’t Frown, or Glare, or just Gawk…
‘Cause, in The Land Where People Don’t Talk
… We All Are Just Getting-Down !...
Copyright © Moonbee Canady | Year Posted 2009
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