Sunday's Daydream

Skipping down the candyland boardwalk with your thimble on Park Place.  Life calling!  Come back sometime when you get a chance, will ya?  I know that you are trying to make the most of things here and let me ask you a question.  How is it up there?  I'm about to round the corner and make two hundred.  I'll have a full report done by Monday.  Okay?  Can you count the lemonade cans dancing up the Boulevard at midnight?  Do you know that hamsters date of birth?  Let's measure the wingspan of our love with the largest creature we can dream up.  I bet the creature is at the bottom of the volcano sitting at the bar dreaming about heart shaped Valentine candy with those clever little pecking phrases.  Please add some cinnamon avocado to mine.  " They say love your brother but you will catch it when you try.  Roll you down the line boy, drop you for a loss."  The path is sometimes short and sometimes long.  The Venus fly trap will take a nip at you if you're not careful.  Always be aware of your surroundings and be steadfast where you walk...never eat yellow snow cones.  I prefer to tiptoe on the lily pads in the Amazon, there are beasties everywhere.  Wolves without sheep clothing at face value for what they are.  Perception of time is now a placebo variable.  How long have we been gone anyways?  Right!  Full report on Monday.  Gotcha!  Take my hand, I don't want no stragglers getting lost in this daydream.  Folks, my brain is experiencing a high volume of calls.  The average wait time is one hundred and forty three seconds.  Feel free to help yourself to some dryer sheets.  Scattered metaphors playing hide and seek in the park on a dusty but pleasant night at dusk.  Running, skipping, walking, or trotting...again, it's totally up to you.  Stand still if you'd like but just don't make it windy because indeed it looks like rain.  Let's head for cover and drift back off to sleep for awhile.  Full report.  Right!  I'm on it!  "So many roads to ease my soul."

JG