Some come away with an armload of hay. One sails to market on her sea. Some like to say they'll do it yesterday. One starts his car without a key. Some come to play.
Jelly roll fire cracker. Chicken farmer's luck. Gutterball goldfish wedding. Rare new Siamese duck. Out size lavender basket. Linoleum money floor. Stubborn flexible hayride.
Tie me up. Get it right. Pull the knots. Good and tight. Toss me in a car. Take us out for a ride. This is almost like being alive. I'm not here, I'm nowhere.
One afternoon as dusk was nearing. I saw something I thought worth hearing. Something that's been around so long. Now listen to my new year's song. Who ever made up the calendar was wrong.