Wasn’t life grand in Imagineland?
Vivid vacuity
If you had more trust in your own wonderlust
I’d have pondered Q.R.V.
poems
Q.R.V.
When you’ve ended your stay in the milky greys
Reach escape velocity
We’ll meet in Cigar, light it up on a star
And inhale the Q.R.V
Q.R.V.
Music and rhyme, a song sublime
Was it ever meant for me?
“You should be mine,” in 7/8 time
And the key of Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Winter snowflake, autumn leaves
Soft spring and summer breeze
The wind of every season
Carries with it Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Let’s just be friends ’til evening’s end
Chronon camaraderie
When nightfall slinks towards her brink
The time is Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
Should their circadian clock be whet
To toast horology
Be sure to swallow, at the fete
Une coupe de Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
The time has come to make amends
For ribald revelry
Our new year will begin and end
When we toast Q.R.V.
Q.R.V.
By the mistletoe I found
A kiss, or two (or three)
For the pudding had been drowned
In rummy Q.R.V.
Green
I press my hand into the ground
The God of Science shall compound
And so your hand will feel my rush
In waves of light, of love, of lush
Wonderland
We persuaded powdered angels
Clutched hot cocoa in our hands
And whetted winter’s whimsies
In Imaginationland
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