There is Mayhem

There is mayhem in my mind you see

Where summer beetles eat for free

With eagles landing on the scree

There’s never any time for tea,

When old Horatio’s out to sea

There is mayhem in my mind.

 

There is treason in my mind today

When waves come in and wash away

Sandcastles and forts to re-build this day

The sun shines on my feet of clay

Salt, it sparkles as we run and play

There is treason in my mind

 

(c) 2004 Vivian Louise Saavedra

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