You can talk to a wall

But that doesn’t mean you can make it cry

You can whisper words of wisdom in a willing ear

But that doesn’t mean they won’t be taken as rude

The sun can shine bright

On a spring day

But that doesn’t mean the moon won’t be there to make you crazy all night

Some people are fools

Like square pegs holding the wrong tool

They just aren’t hip

To the beat of world drums

Or Ethiopian throat singing

Sages

Mages

Turning their pages

Looking for the one that makes them grin more

Like a child and bubbles blown with care

Logic is more than a program

It’s a fleeting fancy of way too many

Who would toss it away without care

Like a spoiled salad

Rotten it’s called

No Good for anyone anymore

But the wise know that you could compost

And a new meal will grow

Cherry green and fit for eating in due time

I can only imagine what Merlin went through

When trying to reason with those who couldn’t read or write

Miscreant Muggles Missing The Tip of the Nip

Sip, Sip

Drip, Drip

Bless this drink

With the love of life and laughter

Sip, Sip

Sip, Sip

Sip, Sip

And think

About what Spring Cleaning can do for the mind

Speaking of Fools and Sages

Let’s make the sky dance with the sound of smiles

And wisdomous acts of man

It’s Spring Cleaning

So think Green

and clean up your Ritual