Favorite Pony and Dinosours Demise

Imagine a merry-go-round

In a Kingdom of Fantasy

With ponies of exotic hues

The favorite being Burgundy

One pony was left unpainted

She had a fine white grain

Other ponies laughed and said

Imagination was too plain

You may be the Favorite Pony

On the merry-go-round

But I need a love

With feet on solid ground

True love has no limits

Imagination runs

When you reach for the golden ring

In the halo ‘round the sun

The children all loved Burgundy
They would rush to her side
Yellow, Orange and Navy Blue
Were the runners up for rides
In time the favorite ponies
Suffered from wear and tear
But not Imagination
The pure unpainted mare

You may be the favorite pony…

At last, a Royal Entourage
Took the young Prince to the fair
And when he saw

        the merry-go-round
He ran to the shining mare
Imagination was chosen
She kept her heart so pure
Through countless generations
Her legend will endure

You may be…

© 1997 Stefan des Lauriers

COSMIC RIDE

Life is just a cosmic ride

On a Carousel through space

With planets in a pirouette

Making up the galaxies face

Sometimes you wear a smile

Sometimes it’s a frown

Always reaching for that golden ring

Through your ups and downs

A sad-eyed clown

With his white face like the moon’s

Is standing by the carousel

With some imaginary balloons

See the girl with chestnut hair

Will he try to make her day?

And sweep her off her feet

With an imaginary bouquet

Then just beyond your reach

There’s that golden halo prize

Well isn’t one man’s sunset

Just another man’s sunrise

Being dizzy as a pinwheel

With all its ups and downs

Imagine seeing a love that’s real

Smiling through a painted frown

NOTHING LESS AND NOTHING MORE

Wasn’t there a carousel here just the other day

And a mime with a squirting invisible bouquet 

He could always get a laugh with a shell up to his ear

By the spin of a frowning grin he just disappeared

Still the moon reins in the ocean

And washes shells to the shore

It’s a grand cliche  — an illusion

Nothing less and nothing more

He had the girls waiting in line — laughing at his antics

On the other side here I am feeling quiet pedantic

Like that carousel by the shore — got taken for a ride

A mighty a hurricane that came in with the high tide

Still the moon reins in the ocean…

I can see a shipwrecked carousel in a cosmic dream

With the mime shadow dancing inside a sole moonbeam 

I recall invisible bouquets — how my poor hear aches

As if there were prancing ponies in each wave that breaks

April 23 © 2015 Stefan des Lauriers

WASN’T THERE A CAROUSEL

(HERE JUST THE OTHER DAY)

Wasn’t there a carousel

Here just the other day?

And a joker who captivates

You with invisible bouquets

He could always make you laugh

Holding an empty shell to his ear

But with a spin of his golden grin

He just up and disappeared

Why does love

        tug at your heart strings

With a balloon just out of your reach

Or that carousel with golden rings

In my childhood — lost on the beach

You may feel just like a clown

Your face fading in the rain  

When your good times disappear

And then come round again

That’s how a painted pony feels

When her colors chip and fade

Just give me one faithful friend

And let it rain on my parade

Why does love tug at your soul

And stir up the waves so high

You might as well ask a hurricane

If carousels can take to the sky

Imagine there’s carousel

On the shores of a cosmic dream

And a clown shadow dancing

In the circle of a moonbeam

The waves pound out a pantomime

Of a heart that’s beating free

When love’s an endless carousel

In the prancing waves of the sea

Why does the moon tug the ocean?

And wash up the shells on the shore

It’s a grand cliché, an illusion

Nothing less and nothing more

            

THE FAVORITE PONY ON THE MERRY-GO-ROUND

Long ago, in a Kingdom of Fantasy, there was a merry-go-round just beyond a castle that overlooked the clouds. Kids would line up to ride Burgundy,
the deep red pony.

The ponies were all painted exotic colors—all, that is, except for Imagination. Even though Imagination was carved out of a fine white wood, kids still avoided her.


At night when the moon shone upon the ponies they seemed to come to life. "My paint has rubbed off from so many kids riding me," they'd say, as if their patches of chipped paint were badges of honor.
This bothered Imagination, but she wasn't going to feel sorry for herself. She was kind to the other ponies — but they were only concerned with their own popularity. "Being popular is not so important," Imagination thought. "Maybe I'm destined for some one special.”
Then one night something mysterious appeared in the sky. It was a halo that surrounded the moon. Imagination looked up wistfully: "I wish a prince would come here and choose to ride on me.

Time passed and the Royal Entourage came to the carnival and stopped at the merry-go-round. Sure enough, the young Prince ran to Imagination and jumped on the saddle.
It was no wonder the heir to the throne picked the unpainted pony. Imagination looked clean and bright compared to the other ponies — with their chipped paint and discarded gum stuck in their manes.

The young Prince was delighted to ride Imagination and stayed for another turn when the music stopped. The painted ponies were shocked that the Prince hadn’t chosen any of them.

Word spread throughout the Kingdom that the Prince had ridden the plain
white pony and not the painted ones. Imagination wasn’t in line to be the favorite pony —She was destined to become a treasured heirloom in the Royal Palace.

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©1997 Stefan des Lauriers

The red dinosaur ate too much traffic jam

Between his teeth garbage trucks were crammed

His stinky smile was last seen down by the villa

Before he left for Tokyo to stand in for Godzilla

And any child is surely bound to know

Why the dinosaurs — they all had to go

The orange dinosaur he skated on thin ice

That the ice was glacial says something of his size

His eyes popped out going over the waterfalls

He left behind a pair of petrified bowling balls

The yellow dinosaur sailed 'The unsinkable'

With a Thin King thinking thoughts quite unthinkable

The ship drew some water after ramming an ice cube

It's not a pretty picture to see a dynasty subdued

On the rebound from a bungee jump mishap

The green dinosaur was ejected off the map

Snagging the North Pole something snapped

And in himself he was ultimately wrapped   

The blue dinosaur was always on the rise

But eating up a comet led to his demise

He was a real blast belching natural gases

And ended up being a fuel for the masses

The indigo monster may have survived the flood

She was a giant mamal that had warm blood

She was indignant for being left off this list

Which affirms the fact that her progeny persists

The purple dinosaur went up the volcano

Out came the lava and scorched his scaly toe

Up to the top to better see the stars

The volcano erupted and sent him off to Mars

©1997 Stefan des Lauriers

MY LAST NIGHT IN LONDON

It’s My Last Night in London

And the lights are looking like jewels on the Thames

My Last Night in London

Tomorrow’s my last chance to be shopping for friends

Shopping for Souvenirs in London

Camden market is a good place to start

An ‘I Love London’ t-shirt for my brother

With the ‘Love’ in the shape of a heart

It’s My Last Night in London…

A die cast double-decker toy bus for Michael

A Liberty print apron for Gay would be neat

A Big Ben set of playing cards for my parents

Because that’s where they used to meet

It’s My Last Night in London…

Some Union Jack Cufflinks for Tony

Because they are so cheap and gaudy

And a Queen Mother Silver plated spoon

For mother to stir her afternoon tea

© 2011 Stefan des Lauriers