Come Ye all, come on closer!
We've got song and joy!
I'm back as a bard with a story up my sleeve,
about a gingerbread girl and a boy!
We were at lust when you heard me last,
with her smelling of cake;
and cream cheese, coffee and little Palmiérs,
and various assorted bakes.
But the river of life has onwards flown,
a lot of water under a small bridge,
from the rapids of love to the straits so dire,
disappearing from sight beyond the next ride.
Where do we go? Where are we headed?
Such questions in both the minds;
while the clock ticks faster and the heartbeat stops,
the fates don't seem too kind.
A million mistakes from the fathead bard,
as the sounds of his harp rings;
a puppet show that no one sees,
with no one pulling at the strings.
A dreadful blow and a hopeful heart,
a warmth amidst the cold;
that reddish glow within those bodies,
while the tears begin to flow.
But yet she stays resolute and strong,
holding on to both love and hate.
And in the darkness the lights glow bright,
when a smile eclipses her face.
The smell of baking now then is gone,
Replaced by her own burning scent;
The time goes bye and life takes flight,
let the naysayers lament.
And though I toil, I write and fight,
wade through blunders and errors;
she'll always be my gingerbread girl,
now, today and forever.
