Sympathy for the sad faced Choir! Have you ever herd so much noise from a bunch of boys. Open your hearts & minds to the young. Molecules of genetics, bursting at the seams. Replacing, repairing, and cleaning arteries.
Calcium cascading, chewing & chattering teeth. Like worn pianos young ones play. Pausing here to wipe away the tears of joy.
Another baby boy hostile & happy playing with each toy. Winding paths lime slime running from the nose. And the bottom makes you want to grab a hose.
Daylight fades into the night moon surrounds the earth. With a chorus of sounds dancing & shimmering to an unearthly sound.
Then silence in a heartbeat the boy goes to sleep, drifting softly into the deep. Worried by thoughts of the Boogie mans shadowy retreat!
Like a baton gestures of an orchestra leader. His mind plays music the young bottle feeder, The night fairies now draw play with strings & Cello’s. As the Bassoon mellows deeper into nocturnal imagination.
The Gumnuts & Sugar plums break wind & curtsy pointing to the Bees, They make haste blushing they flee. The fairies abound the sweetest of sounds, like dew drops exploding, Pinging & singing each sound.
He wakes with irritation, mother oh mother where are you? Mother strokes his forehead to sooth the sound.
