Oh, see me, see me,
See me really red
Red from my toenails
To the tips of the hairs
On top of my little head
Here I was writing
Being oh, so cute
And let it slip out
About my giraffe suit 
Caught up in creating
Going with the flow
What was I thinking?
God in heaven knows
Now there's no hiding
My secret's exposed
And even Becky
Has come and read my post!!
Well, I suppose that since I let out the secret to what inspires me to be such a prolific, creative writer that poets all over cyberspace now will be hunched over their keyboards in the wee hours of the morning tapping out beautiful poetry while dressed in giraffe suits. Excepting Martin Vann, of course. (I think he prefers polka dotted boxers, a wide-brimmed hat and a pair of cowboy boots.) ....................Okay, I was only speculating!!
But, hey, maybe this could actually be a good thing! Especially if we can commission someone who could design a giraffe suit that is not so itchy on the inside.
Whoa! Yeah! And, maybe some of them will be poetic clowns! That WOULD be cooooool! Hey, if I run into any poetic clowns I will invite them here to dreamersreality quick! I hope you will do the same! Ha! Ha! Haaaaaaa!
Well, time to shuck the giraffe suit and go out on the deck. The moon and stars are exceptionally bright tonight here over the Santa Cruz Mountains. It's always good to drink in a fair amount of starlight and moonbeams after a hard day in a giraffe suit. It is very healthy for a poetic soul I understand. I know it always gives me a boost!
Oh, before I go....Thank you Martin Vann and Becky! And you don't have to let anyone else know about the giraffe suit, do you? I mean, I shudder to think what would happen if my Uncle Bob found out. He's getting up there in age and something like this could trigger major heart palpitations or an emphysema attack! Thanks very much!
