She’s taking bets,
Before she heads out,
What’s up? Going up?
Or you coming down,
Maybe coming round…
To feel the ground…
She’s taking bets,
And heading out of town,

Umbrellas and fellers,
An exploding scene,
A jerk too clean,
Maybe the weather,
An angels feather
A boson, a post on,
The Internet of always,
Or legs for days
Time telling upon your face,
And gravity’s pace
Achoo, a floo,
The record books
Your curious looks..
A secret of the past
The chase so fast
The eager pup,
The bottom of your cup
A teapot spout,
A publican shout,
Clever as ever,
After the weather.

She’s taking bets,
Before she heads out
Going down,
Or coming around,
She’s taking bets
Then heading out of town.
She’s going up,
And up… and up..
And she’s not coming down.

© A Fantazien Window 2023