Vaude-Villianette
(To Whom it concerns, including teachers)
Many are the days when I am silly:
Making up new words, slightly demented
Imagining worlds, ever belov'ed
Gathering all sorts of Piccadilly
Repeating oddities, will-nilly
Leaving trivialities un-remembered
Fickle, free, frick-diddle-dee, senses-fled
Flouncy, fly-away, fun-finding, frilly.
Many are the days when I’m again told:
“Stop acting that way, you are much too old.”
To which I reply, wholly sincerely:
“I love to laugh; you make me laugh because-
Just don’t take yourself too seriously-
Nobody else does.”
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