Swizzle sticks,
Guitar picks,
& things made out of plastic.
Happen quick,
& seldom stick —
Then get lost in traffic.
I’ll go with Gold,
& all things Bold,
Made for ever-lasting.
But never mold,
Catching cold, or
“Crocodiles, when fasting.”
So swim with me
Upon the Sea
Of dreamy ice-capped waters.
Let’s splish & splash,
Dish & dash,
Like happy seals & otters.
We’ll flaunt about,
“Twist & Shout,”
To music from the Sixties.
In tie-dyed shirts
With flair & skirts
Like pseudo-nomad Gypsies!
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