FANCY BALI BELLY DANCERS (A Breakfast Table Fable)


It all started when
Lady Alice became bored
At breakfast one morning
There came a voice–quite plain
From her royal bowl of Rice Krispies
Perhaps she should have listened?
But instead–chose to ignore
Thought herself gone insane

The voice was persistent
She gave in to temptation
Listened to what it had to say
I’m compelled to mention–if I may
Said the voice–it’s only a suggestion
Bali belly dancers are what you need
Take heed, to brighten your day

Lady Alice put out a call
Throughout all the land
For belly dancers short and tall
Belly dancers came from far and near
Waited outside the palace doors
There were bellies here–bellies there
More bellies than Lady Alice had ever seen before
Some flopped, some fell–some couldn’t dance at all

Fancy Bali belly dancers
Proved to be a catastrophe
There was a real chance
Bellies would be the death of her
Take your fancy Bali bellies
Get out–be gone–she said
Let me rest my aching head
I’d rather be bored, than hysterical
From this frightening parade of umbilicals

Even when you’re bored–voices in cereal bowls should be ignored



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So, you see, my friend

I’ve become unhinged

It’s just as well

Speaking of wells

Perhaps the well’s run dry?

Only time will tell

If you can’t feel it

I feel sorry for you

You don’t have a sense of humor?

Funny, because it doesn’t show

Stop stepping on my bandwidth

Close the gate when you leave




Sweet honeysuckle roses
Grew wild and free
Warmed by the sun
Kissed by the moon

Sweet Rosie breezed
To the big city–where she
Became one among many
She couldn’t grow among
Sidewalks, concrete, and steel
Broken hearted–Rosie returned
Back to where she belonged

Sweet honeysuckle roses
Were meant to be
Wild and free
Warmed by the sun
Kissed by the moon

–Image/ (bonsecourcandles)–