Dance Of A Phoenix

 There was once a phoenix called Peter.

He had a wife (you should meet her),

they both wore feathers of gold and red

and lived together with her wacky dad.

Peter was a practising buddhist, thus

a true gentlephoenix of class.

But, oh, it was too sad,

that one thing bugged him yet.

Poor Peter couldn't move his feet

Or clap in rhythm with a beat.

And once his noble friends found out,

they shunned him or they kicked him out.

Now Peter was having a consoling dairy

dessert when he encountered a fairy.

He said: you're mythical, you elf.

She: so are you, please calm yourself.

I see, you're troubled, my poor man.

You For Anything do I can?

My good fairy, there is one thing...

I wanna dance! The fairy: *pling*

At once he started to dance about,

Full of joy and singing loud.

(The fairy died that very week,

from eating too much healthy leek...)

As soon as Peter moved his feet,

he was suspected of smoking weed.

His dancing claws led him astray

to an insane asylum far away.

He lives there still, as legend says,

dancing in the padded cell and making a mess.

And because every loonie has a drill,

I suspect he lives there still.

Zusi am 9.5.08 12:49