and gave my brain a drain,
would it maybe all make sense
or would you render me insane?
If I were to swallow pictures
with colors swirling down,
would they simply tickle me
or might they make me frown?
If I swam in horseshoes
would I then know how to trot?
or maybe I could toss them
with the hope I’d win a lot.
If I balanced heavy moonbeams
on my nose about to blow,
might they each fall off, one by one,
and still miss my biggest toe?
If life were just like candy
all sweet and sticky too,
might it roll all over me
so I could stick to you?
If I threw myself a party
and it landed on your head,
If I spoke in broken Spanish
who’s to say it wasn’t fun
to a raging storm in France,
The Living or the Dead?
would the people do a hula
or some other fancy dance?
If I bathed and lathered,
then slipped and missed my cue,
would the show just then end early
About One Light: Debbie Lawlor
and would I know just what to do?
“I view life as a classroom which exists for the
If I danced right up a monstrous hill
education of the Soul. Each life lesson presents
to the music of the air,
itself at the precise moment when we are open
might you think I’m spinning
and ready to learn.”
or just having an affair?
Reach Debbie on Om-Times Magazine
If I bumped a doofus
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