Happy Boy Blues. Poem, by Wallace, at My poetic side

I'm as happy as a pork pig in shit.

And happier than a new born lamb suckling on its mothers tit.

Only thing around here that's blue, is my sweethearts eyes and the sun drenched sky.

Under an old oak tree we both nakedly and romantically lie.

I'm happier than a turkey who's escaped before Xmas time.

And happier than a detective who has solved a crime.

Happiness wow what a feeling.

All my ails happiness is healing.

I'm happier than a despot who is still in power.

And happier than a traveller who was born under a wandering star.

Happiness is a thing called love.

Above my head hovers a white peace dove.

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