WG7

The mime and the man

The sun comes out to play,

I start to go astray.

Everyone has a magnificent time,

Oh jeez someone is a mime.

That laugh - oh a beautiful laugh.

Is that old man taking a bath?

Lunch is coming soon,

The stuff their faces at noon.

Baseball, soccer, basketball...

They play it all.

They start holding races,

Kids are on the bases.

The birds are tweeting,

The children are beings.

Smiles and frowns,

Go all around.

The pets are joining us,

They rode on a bus.

Its the break of day,

We must away.

Goodbye, goodbye,

Farewell to you all.