a simple case of timing,one thin thred,

a thimbleful of lies.

a lie along the way

could make your wave,

then we'd all say your name.

fly your flag away



and see who waves,

they might just say your name.

i loved the time when

a little clumsy rhyming

could fit the crown on your head.

head down arms straight out,

left without having completely sussed it out.

head to the sun i'ved left to run