The Coney Islands new(est) attraction arrives!
The Dreampark delivers drollness inside, a guaranteed grin.
Mr. Bostock trains with the wildest of beasts.
Eating seated with bears, slacks on them creased with a hat!
Positively the most wonderful and fierce!
Of animal exhibitions that’s sure to pierce, eyes in awe.
Mr. Bostock guarantees a thrill.
For 25 cents your night we fill, with astonishment!
Elephants, lions, tigers, and goats!
A merriment carnival of wonder we tote, on coney isle.
Mr. Bo escapes the viscous bites.
Escaping death every night, amusing you!
Seating opens at 5 to 6!
The monkey collects money for tricks, at the gate.
Don’t be late and miss the fun.
Our menagerie is sure to stun, without debate!
Arrive if you like on a goat carriage bike!
Or have a pale ale imported from Wales.
Mr. Bo’s jungle, is sure to stir rumble, tonight.
Come see his convivial companions, in sight!
Coney Isle strives to curb daily strife!
Limitless boundaries to your delight.
Can promise you won’t leave contrite.
Tonights the night, turn frowns upright.
Now that’s a bargain to cure your smite, right?
Categories:
drollness, appreciation, fun, history, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Through solemn eyes, sway sadness
of a heart, hurt, and a fading hue.
Diving within, dying drollness
lingers long with a lifeless queue
of stained crystals that shatter the spark
once mastered a merry soul
now a damp, drained, dark
humiliated honor in a self hollow…
Tired of being tainted by turmoil
for past years; purity plunges in pleas
it sinks within so deep in soil
of tormented shores, seas of tears…
Yet through years of yearning
and tears of torments through hiding
a breeze has brought belonging
to the swaying sadness of solemn eyes…
Dedicated to a special friend
Categories:
drollness, friendship, sad
Form: Alliteration