Whimsy

Taking off on flights of fancy
To an unknown destination,
Curious to know no reason,
Seeking extraordinary.

Break the plane of barren logic
Beyond Oz and Munchkin land to
Sleep the night in poppy fields
Guarded by a band of fairies.

Beat the drum and dance the dance
To tunes that no one else can hear.
Sing your own capriccio
Regardless of the consequence.

Be they quaint,
Be they odd,
Be they loud and fanciful
No one can predict the words that
Raise a cry for common sense.

And who would take a heart to task
When whimsy is the only rule?
Better just to sit and watch
The ravings of a mortal fool.

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