Notes About The Poem
Happy is crazy and wild to me sometimes.
Wild Crazy Happy
It’s bleak and wet, the wind tangos the rain,
And I sit here cosy and warm,
All rugged up alone, only my memories to ponder,
During this wonderful thunderstorm.
My mind wonders to a day, I fondly recall,
A crazy rock concert in a zoo,
Where people moshed and fought, and danced the trance,
A spiritual kind of voodoo.
The music was loud, Spiderbait and Grinspoon,
Two severe, no kid stuff, sort of bands,
Tattooing music and songs that hundreds of thousands
Of stoned up people understands.
Then my mind wonders, with just one or two sentences,
No rhyming scales or anything required,
Could you describe a happy day in your life, a memorable day,
When you got exactly what you desired?
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