John Quixote
By Mad Jack
Comes a man named John Quixote Keen of eye with gray specked goatee He tires of hearing about ancestor Don And where have all the windmills gone Up at dawn in bed by nine Doesn't touch a drop of wine Goes to work comes home by six Tills the garden picks up sticks In bed by nine up at dawn Sometimes to a dreamworld drawn Life can be tough building a city So he talks to his friend Walter Mitty He snaps back to reality Smiles with congeniality He's lived in London he's been to Rome Even Texas has been his home Opens his knife and whittles a slice 'Sometimes life is really nice' Tosses a crumb to a screaming gull 'To me lifes not really dull' Asked again of this man named John Where have all the windmills gone Winks his eye flicks closed his knife "We've all got one it's called life Written March 20th, 2002 © on Mar 20 2002 08:29 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Comes a man named John Quixote..."