At the grand old Springtime Mingle Fest,
Folks arrived all groomed and dressed their best.
One wore stripes with dots,
One brought fifteen pots,
And one came in pajamas for “comfort and rest.”
A banker discussed gourmet cheese
With a pirate who sneezed in the breeze.
A poet nearby
Recited to pie,
While bees chased a man through the trees.
A lady named Myrtle from Maine
Danced wildly like runaway rain.
She twirled with a mop,
Knocked over the punch pot,
Then blamed it entirely on Spain.
A shy little fellow named Clyde
Tried mingling but mostly just sighed.
He smiled at a chair,
Spilled soup in his hair,
Then proudly announced, “Socialized!”
Two cats crashed the gathering hall,
Ignoring good manners and all.
They stole half the fish,
Licked every dish,
Then napped on the mayor’s best shawl.
The music grew louder at nine;
An uncle attempted to shine.
He moonwalked too hard,
Fell straight in the yard,
And rose saying, “Just part of the line!”
By midnight the minglers agreed
That chaos was all they would need.
For though things went wrong,
They laughed loud and long—
And friendship grew faster than weed.
Michael Jackson
Shunned media interaction--
Timid with gals, he rarely talked
But wowed 'em as he rocked and moonwalked.
Once upon a time a princess
Emerged. Gorgeous as can be
She was missing a prince
Who can help her set free.
Her fairy godmother spoke
With ever glaze dancing in
The wind. A man you seek
A story always follows within.
The princess found a prince
A rich one at that. For the love
He has for me was everlasting.
The ball the ball as we moonwalked,
on the floor
The ever so slightly kiss on
My lips.
But the prince had a price
That I didn't see coming.
The prince had a powerful
Right hand that struck me
At night. As his fist In closed
My eye.
The princess wanted a prince,
But a baby bump had formed.
The baby took a breathe and
He started to change, but
The change came with fame.
The tears over powered the kingdom,
and flooded the nation
But the baby couldn't swim. Her
Tears has drowned the baby
As her tears had drowned her
For years.
Neil Armstrong in nineteen-sixty-nine
Moonwalked on the moon, the first in line.
There have now been twelve
Humans, no elve.
Don’t you think this is mighty fine?
It was nineteen sixty-nine; I was eight years old.
My plastic spacemen moonwalked in sandboxes
We made lunar capsules out of tinfoil.
On Halloween, spacemen mingled
with mad clowns, jack-o'-lanterns, and ghosts.
Santa said ho ho ho from under paper mâché moon glow.
We drank Tang by the vat because the astronauts did so.
My head was in the clouds; I thought anything was possible...
There were starry miracles beyond our four-block world
I believed it because the astronauts told me so.
I remeber the time
When we first met
Ben was his pet
How he sang the abc on t.v.
How he danced the robot in black and white
How he moonwalked into our hearts
How he said ill be there
How he thrilled us
How he sang from the heart
How he gave to the world
How he love the children
From the time he was five
Till the time he closed his eyes
The king of pop has died
But lives forever in every
Song and video
And every time i hear his voice
It takes me back to a special
Place and time
Long live the king of pop
Michael jackson
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