image: epic mahoney
Photograph courtesy Tess Kinkaid, Magpie Tales on Blogger
He doesn't come
In a stretch limousine
To wait in front
Of a bright neon lit door
What you now see
Having taken his sweets
Is a man with a bike
Psychedelic greens and baby pinks
You want to go higher
Further than ever before
Tasting the magic of treats
Candy man's white sherbets and sweets
Every fibre inside awash
With untold delight
As the man with the goodies
Leaves pushing his drugs and his bike
When you come down
From dazzling heights
The colours all faded
The candy man who can, no longer in sight
Barbara M Lake ©
Trinidad WI
February 2012
'The Candy Man' ... who knows exactly what kind of drug he peddles? I loved this entertaining poem!
ReplyDeleteHe takes your money and takes your life.
ReplyDeleteLeaving behind; heartbreak and strife.
Way to go Bee!
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candy man, candy man...kinda glad he no longer haunts my dreams...
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ReplyDeleteInteresting take on this Magpie image...
ReplyDeleteI like where this one went - the piece very fitting for the prompt! Magic, Bee!
ReplyDeleteIntriguing piece, very nicely done...
ReplyDeleteAgreement w/ Tumblewords: intriguing, nicely done.
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