I cannot believe I posted this one,
It may be the worst I’ve ever done.
The tea party and band were so misfit,
Not one little girl joined the mosh pit.
Yes, the evening has been spent focused on an ornament.
I fear that what I have to say
Is predictable or cliche,
But those we find to be most wild
May well hide a frightened child.
Once you figure out where you want to be,
following the legend is key.
Once planted, the distrust grew, heart and mind overgrown like kudzu.
For the imposition of the ashes we kneel, pray for peace, and hope to heal.
Though his friends say it’s too frou-frou, the dragon loves his girl tattoo.
Tonight no sighs or tales of woe, it’s quiet in the falling snow.
The pattern is there, just follow with care.
Okay, so here’s the thing, not sure why she must swing…