leaving to come home

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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 08/19/2022
Created 11/11/2003
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shes growing up
moving away
shes found her niche
and sad to say

its not in porn
nor witty banter
not even moving
wine decanters

their minds are what
shes aiming for
the little ones
the open doors

shell fill 'em up
with fantasies
with wizards and
with heresies

she'll look on shelves
behind the books
and search out all
the dusty nooks

for secret things
so rarely mentioned
her ideas different;
oft' contentioned

she'll fill their
empty brainys up
with a Lady Fair
on a Flying Pup

and teach them not
to use their head
but listen to
their heart instead

"Ahhh babies dear!
(their mom's will say)
Don't listen to
the old Crone, eh?

For what can she know
in her dotage?
all huddled in
her little cottage,

whispering
her spells and chants
not wearing any
underpants!"

the babies know
while on her lap
she taps her toes
and fingers snap

they gather 'round
to hear her tell
of the Goddess' place
in the old birch dell

and when she speaks
of manly honor
and winks at him
he's now a goner

but gently does she
smile at him
and in his heart
no longer grim

that what ever
rule he's broken
tales of chivalry
are spoken

with her magic
words for wands
she will forge
Forever Bonds

she will teach them
of the code
guide them down
the bumpy road

she will make
of each a Castle
never more to be
man's vassel

no more hedon-
istic searches
no more preachers
no more churches

let the little
babies hear of
tales of woe and
tales of merlove

tales of battles
tales of freedom
hear Seattles
words of Wisdom

nursery rhymes and
fairy tales
Aesop's Fables
ding dong dell

open up their
eyes with excess
tell them of the
Pony Express

and the deeds of
giant men who
carved a forest
formed a canoe

women who on
battlefields
never wavered
wouldn't yield

these are what
the babies dear
need to ponder
need to hear

this is what
will make them strong
these will teach them
right from wrong

their minds are what
shes aiming for
so dimming lights
and closing door

gathers round her
babies wide eyed
while the ghosties
gibber outside

takes her finger
stirs the stew
"Hey! Listen, kids,
have I told you..."

................!!!!


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WindChymeWindChymeabout 20 years ago
I'm starting to get it now

Very nice. We're a teaching family here, and this appeals to us a lot.

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