A Snappy Comeback
Little Miss Mary was thirteen years old, and lived in gold, olden days;
Like the longed for future, peeking at past, both of them full of praise.
Miss Mary lived in a western town, with her dear Mother and Father;
And adored redbirds as daily companions, singing 'til days got darker.
Mary loved the magical, motley circus, eager as they came to town;
For they offered the exciting and new, with old favorites, like clowns.
The fuchsia faction was in full flower, in gardens of Mary and friends,
Chatting 'neath wispy clouds, floating like floss, in days of never end.
Favorite flowers lined up single file, in flashy colors, fragrance reeking;
As faraway family, came calling, like fallen sunbeams, forever seeking.
Mary lived in the house of planning, from dinners to chasing dreams;
And making the hazy future happen, through the big and little things.
Peppermint swirl skies of clouds and sunset, saw a red sun, reclining,
On Mary's stars and stripes street-of lush, rampant, green ivy twining.
As nasty nature grew sweet again, near neighbors came after storm;
In new, neon colors of afterwards, and the colored, butterfly swarms.
'Raging red dogwood' grew beside the warpath, in the purple twilight;
When 'pink live ginger' felt a heartbeat, in deep, afternoon's skylights.
'Blue climbing rose' shed rainy tears, when leaving old friends behind;
As 'dragon fruit cacti' attracted dragons, in gardens of beauty confined.
The circus came to Mary's town finally, and Miss Mary was very excited;
Like birds' first gaze at pink sunrise, or purple sunflowers, once sighted.
Mary asked her mother for money, to see the animals and the acrobats,
And colorful, hilarious clowns; and many pretty ladies in elaborate hats.
Mary had such fun at the circus! It was sort of like a dream come true;
And that night she dreamed an altered version of events-variant review!
The dream became a loved nursery rhyme, sung by many generations,
Who adored the elephants' snappy comeback, delighting many nations!
'Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack
All dressed in black, black, black
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
All down her back, back, back
She asked her mother, mother, mother
For fifty cents, cents, cents
To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
Jump the fence, fence, fence.
They jumped so high, high, high
They reached the sky, sky, sky
And didn't come back, back, back
Till the 4th of July-ly-ly!'
Copyright ©
Evelyn Judy Buehler
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