If You Dance


If you dance, you’ll need some salt.
Tumble down into the vault,
Where the salt is mixed with wind—
No, my dear, it’s not been tinned!
 
Best to take the salt at once,
Lest you turn into a dunce,
Crying with the living dead,
Who do not care what you’re fed.
 
Still, the best is yet to come:
See the dead man bind the drum
To his forehead with a string?
And you thought it was just bling!
 
Do not dread what is to come;
Though the dead man beats his drum
At least he’s not beating you!
All is well, and this is true.

 
  
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 
More Sunday’s Whirligig #216

Posted on June 2, 2019, in light verse, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. How true, make sure you are always active in mind (and body if it still works) and with a bit of luck you can fend him off

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