Gypsy Gold & All Things Bold

Swizzle sticks,

Guitar picks,

& things made out of plastic.

Happen quick,

& seldom stick—

Then get lost in traffic.

I’ll go with Gold,

& all things Bold,

Made for ever-lasting.

But never mold,

Catching cold, or

“Crocodiles, when fasting.”

So swim with me

Upon the Sea

Of dreamy ice-capped waters.

Let’s splish & splash,

Dish & dash,

Like happy seals & otters.

We’ll flaunt about,

"Twist & Shout,"

To music from the Sixties.

In tie-dyed shirts

With flair & skirts

Like pseudo-nomad Gypsies!