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Cracker Jack Man
by
Steve Quick
I went to popcorn and peanut land
To meet the Cracker Jack Man
To say he looked strange was an understatement
He filled my eyes with pure amazement
He was a most jovial sort
He was tall. No short
His eyes were the color of sparkling blue glass
In one a monocle. He said gave him class
His hair was in braids of greenish red hue
A most radiant color for any hair do
He spoke with a most eloquent tongue
His words came out as if a song
His hands were covered in allsorts of jewelry
With these I can perform all sorts of tom foolery
I think he was young. No maybe old
When he smiled his teeth were like polished gold
We sat in the vines
And sipped mango wine
It tasted sweet. No sour
It had a mystical power
It took my mind far. No near
Everything was cloudy. No clear
And then I heard birds on the wing
What a wonderful song they could sing
I rubbed my eyes , felt the warmth of the sun
A new day had begun
My friend disappeared leaving no trace
And there sat a beautiful bird in his place
Was it the wine? Was it a dream?
Or was it some impossible scheme?
But now at night while in a deep sleep
Into my dreams he will creep
And we sit, talk and sip mango wine
And he helps me with my next rhyme
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