The Devil delights in foul play
So when a man kneels down to pray
Its no bloody wonder
It sounds just like thunder
When all those P U's blow your way!
The cloudscape changes
and floods excited crowds of sunlight
on a patch of playful sea,
turning fat green hills
into toyful bumping buses.
The wind turns her back,
shows me her cold white legs,
striding away.
The land is blackgreen,
the sky is dark coffee;
there is no exit sign.
She rips open the sky, the wind,
with a naughty laugh,
she breathes sea sand through my hair.
I do love you after all, she sings softly;
old apricot flavoured philosopher,
you ancient jingly bag of thoughts.
I love you
even though I cannot take you
yet
Delightful, spriteful
Whimsical, mightful
Mansical musical flash
Sharing caring
Ever bewaring
Soulful and careful and rash
Bewildered when innocence clashes with power
Unsure the brilliance that sparks what you are
So much to give for so much to desire
Hurricanes threaten to put out the fire
Moving, grooving
Ever behooving
Angry, heroic and bright
Joyful toyful
My what a boyful!
Defiantly cheering the night.
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