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.