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To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, Anytime.
To float on a cloud and peruse mellow
Shout out to the butterflies below
And give strangers an unsaid hello.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
For you are in ecstasy, what drug?
Wrapped in so warm hearty hug
In your brain it is all so very snug.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
With the world up, alive and listening
The Sun shining and leaves glistening
Maybe you'll decide to start whistling.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
For love is a bound and around and around
In every sight, every smell, in every sound
Altruisms' happy-go-lucky plucky hound.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
Colours and curls, shapes and whirls
Life's wondrous tapestry does unfurls
And of course beauty's sumptous curls.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
To be Mad is to be in love.
To float on a cloud and peruse mellow
Shout out to the butterflies below
And give strangers an unsaid hello.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
For you are in ecstasy, what drug?
Wrapped in so warm hearty hug
In your brain it is all so very snug.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
With the world up, alive and listening
The Sun shining and leaves glistening
Maybe you'll decide to start whistling.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
For love is a bound and around and around
In every sight, every smell, in every sound
Altruisms' happy-go-lucky plucky hound.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
Colours and curls, shapes and whirls
Life's wondrous tapestry does unfurls
And of course beauty's sumptous curls.
To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
To be Mad is to be in love.
Published 9th Nov 2010
| Edited 11th Nov 2010
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9th Nov 2010 11:45pm
Oh and inside my head, if you get the delightful chance my duckies, or do I mean duckets?
10th Nov 2010 6:40pm
At first, I was disgusted by the consistent and the potentially irrelevant rhymes along with the mundane diction.
At second, it's Sammy Sosa pumping his member with pills.
On the third read, that simplicity and randy rhyming subtly complimented your title and theme. It does the job and made me chuckle.
One thing that bothered me, "For you are in ecstasy but no drug". Too direct, but then again, it could be that Mad charm of your style that's driving me mad.
At second, it's Sammy Sosa pumping his member with pills.
On the third read, that simplicity and randy rhyming subtly complimented your title and theme. It does the job and made me chuckle.
One thing that bothered me, "For you are in ecstasy but no drug". Too direct, but then again, it could be that Mad charm of your style that's driving me mad.
10th Nov 2010 8:20pm
I'm glad you read this three times, it means a lot (though not a lot in its meaning). Nice to see those 'ol emotions flaring up and then changing tact.
I've changed the line to "For you are in ecstasy, what drug?" to give it a more ambigious meaning. Glad you pointed it out, glad it made you smile. But mad all the same, shame, same.
10th Nov 2010 11:38pm
"To be Mad is to be in Summertime, anytime.
With the world as bright as a bulb
The Sun shining and leaves glistening
Maybe you'll decide to start whistling. "
Oh man you had a good rhyme scheme going, 'cept for "bulb" there...since the sun is mentioned maybe L2...maybe "blistering"....i dunno :) it's good the way it is, i know it just drives me crazy when my scheme is off by just one word.
With the world as bright as a bulb
The Sun shining and leaves glistening
Maybe you'll decide to start whistling. "
Oh man you had a good rhyme scheme going, 'cept for "bulb" there...since the sun is mentioned maybe L2...maybe "blistering"....i dunno :) it's good the way it is, i know it just drives me crazy when my scheme is off by just one word.
11th Nov 2010 1:17pm
I didn't see that little sore thumb! I've changed it to "With the world up, alive and listening", that should sort out the kink and made you think.
A good rhyme is like a fiddle: the trickster's sign of a detour from the normal.
Maybe I should've not made the change and just have you go crazy?
