My Insane Lovely World
As the day comes to a draw
I lay eyes on those innocent looking things
My children, I call these beings
Clearly these things are having a ball in their dreamland
Sleep a magical potion, transforms these monkeys to cherubic
lads
Memories of screams still rattle my ear drums
The house just recovered from Tsunami , and the bin looks
constipated filled to the brim
Yet my lips curl up tickled by random memories of some innocuous
chatter
Some profound enlightenment arises from
that insane clutter
Like the other day I warned! "Kids revise so your short term
memories turn into long term ones"
Pat came a answer,“ Why not discover such cans, put all such memories into
long term memory cans? Wear them whenever and wherever you can?”
“ OH I know” came another one “ Why not design them into
hats to be donned on like that Mad Hatter man”
