Lend me your ears, for I have a tale to tell.
Of quirks and quacks and verbal attacks
Of beaches, boats and shells.
Of meanderings by moonlight,
Of the lonely sea and sky
Of forest ponds and fairies’ wands
And actors paid to lie.
Of the towering blocks of skyscrapers
And the little men they hide
Of smash, of bash, and lots of cash,
And their racks and racks of ties.
Of those who fly the rainbow,
Of those who would not be told
Of wrong, of right, of pointless fights,
That were in some book of old.
Of those who told their story,
Of those who fought their fight,
Not with swords and guns but barbs and puns
And earned freedom in their own right.
For all the women whose skirts were too short
For the men who frightened the rest
For the gays, the girls, and the 99%
Let me put these matters to rest