MystyrMystyry
06-28-2015, 07:47 PM
I wakes up
And the first thing what I notices
Is everything is spinning
Round and round and round
I clutches me head
As I do in such situations
Not that these situations are very common
Just occasional
Anyway the clutching
Of me head
Seems to fix it
Until I chances a glance out
The window
It's the whole world!
The whole world is spinning!
Well, at least the street is spinning
And the sky
The sky is spinning
Round and round
I has this idea
What if I keeps looking out the window
And stops clutching me head
It works!
Well it sort of works
The glimpses I is getting
Through the window
Of the street
And the sky
The glimpses make it seem
Like it works
But it's hard to tell
Because those glimpses
Are interspersed with
Other glimpses
Of my bedroom
I opens the door
And see flickering glimpses
Of the hall
Down to the kitchen
I clutches me head again
And makes me way
Out the back door
To the garden
Where I sees
A storm is gathering
Which is funny peculiar
Because I didn't glimpse any sign
Out the window
I peeps over the fence
And sees me neighbor
Sitting on his bench
Clutching his head
And moaning with the fears
Of a lifetime
Suddenly there bursts a lightning fork
And a burning smell
Then the thunder
Then the rain
And it washed the morning away
And the first thing what I notices
Is everything is spinning
Round and round and round
I clutches me head
As I do in such situations
Not that these situations are very common
Just occasional
Anyway the clutching
Of me head
Seems to fix it
Until I chances a glance out
The window
It's the whole world!
The whole world is spinning!
Well, at least the street is spinning
And the sky
The sky is spinning
Round and round
I has this idea
What if I keeps looking out the window
And stops clutching me head
It works!
Well it sort of works
The glimpses I is getting
Through the window
Of the street
And the sky
The glimpses make it seem
Like it works
But it's hard to tell
Because those glimpses
Are interspersed with
Other glimpses
Of my bedroom
I opens the door
And see flickering glimpses
Of the hall
Down to the kitchen
I clutches me head again
And makes me way
Out the back door
To the garden
Where I sees
A storm is gathering
Which is funny peculiar
Because I didn't glimpse any sign
Out the window
I peeps over the fence
And sees me neighbor
Sitting on his bench
Clutching his head
And moaning with the fears
Of a lifetime
Suddenly there bursts a lightning fork
And a burning smell
Then the thunder
Then the rain
And it washed the morning away