The house is going dizzy
My hair looks like fire
As the milk spills on the floor
And the ants go marching one
By one crumb by crumb, by crumb.
An ax ta dent is waiting
As we flee the combat zone
And the sink is getting busy
We don’t need a microphone.
The house is going dizzy.
Too many butterflies in the attic
lady bugs fill the air
While my twirling dervishes have at it.
Yes the house is going dizzy
With this childish delight.
You may think we’re going crazy,
But this is just how we spend our night.
© 02-Oct-2008 Sonja J. Johnston
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