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Eris Parade


In a clear morning on the lands, at breakfast the farmers family
When from a far a sound
come rolling, strange and sweet entailing
Children aloof as they heard voices and music, farmer looked up and saw
trouble ahead
For there was the parade of Eris, a band of strange beings and moments ahead

There they were over the hill finally in sight, children eyes which now
couldn't hide
That what they saw, so nice and tender, strange entailing but true
Was the caravan of craziness and chaos mistress to

There were jugglers that juggled golden cups, riding on one wheeled bikes
There were clowns with balloons, and buckets of paint painting the
balloons red
There were monkeys sitting on chairs around a table drinking tea
And in the middle the carriage in form of a golden apple

In that apple, through many windows bizarre things to be seen
Grinding jugglers dancing and singing
Masks that grinned and smiled and spoke confronting words
And clapping clamps in the myriad to!

Also trees dancing with dogs and frogs playing the banjo
Accompanied by chickens holding debates around the hour
Formless blobs or blobless forms where there to
But that wasn't all that was strange and crazy to be seen

Amidst this women, wearing cloths of leaves and green
With a crown of flowers strange and beautiful
On her side a sword of pure crystal and gold
And with her a basket of apples of what she threw one at the children

And then as the parade rode past, spiders playing music on violins
And then it became silent again, as the parade went over the hill.
Children aware of the strangeness they just saw come by
And the farmer hoping he finally could get back to his work on the field.

Masticina Akicta

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