Sunday, April 7, 2013

The blue piper


In a silver shiny carriage, away he speeds,
With a bagful of some very, very strange needs,
He’s got some merry horses, to lead the way,
To move he says go and to stop he says stay…

Every city that he goes through, seems to turn blue,
Blue kites, blue curtains and people go blue too,
He halts in the afternoons, near the place of trade,
The children all gather around and form a barricade,

And he stands up on some boxes and screams aloud,
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Come here, come here now,
Take a box of this and that,
It doesn’t matter to me,
If you are very thin or fat,
I have the same prices,
For each one of you,
And whatever I offer,
Is sure to be new…

And then his tunes follow, with beats and the brass,
And blue turn the people, and blue goes the grass,
He smiles at them slightly, he has what they stole,
He offers candies & pepper in return for their soul…

And then he’s nearly done, the skies begin to turn dark,
In the crimson sunset, his shadows make a mark,
He drives away into the shadows, with the horses fast,
But you can hear the blue piper’s music, till the very last…

Come here, come here now,
Take a box of this and that,
It doesn’t matter to me,
If you are very thin or fat,
I have the same prices,
For each one of you,
And whatever I offer,
Is sure to be new…








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