vineri, 5 iunie 2015

The strawberry moon is rising



The strawberry moon is rising
In crème brulee the quill writes the hereby tale
The strawberry moon is rising
For a dame blanche is the poem as I raise a cup of ale

The strawberry moon is rising
In burlesque its pink pulp exposes
The strawberry moon is rising
In a land where grow the kinky roses

The strawberry moon is rising
An the chocolate rivers flow wild
The strawberry moon is rising
Coconut flakes fall tender and mild

The strawberry moon is rising
As the tiramisu volcanoes erupt in milky laces
The strawberry moon is rising
And candy bar trees blossom with marshmallow apples

The strawberry moon is rising
The gingerbread ladies play poker for a rum ball
The strawberry moon is rising
Ice cream and ethereal jiggles await all

The strawberry moon is rising
Éclair vehicles are secluded in textures
The strawberry moon is rising
Mille-feuilles are ending the sweet adventures

The strawberry moon is rising
Cause fortune cookies tell never a lie
The strawberry moon is rising
The rose goes away now to devour pudding and pie