"I Sing The...." latter day hippie and the latter day judge, latter day angel, and the trudge to a poetry barn?

-Three lights bounce merrily along a morning path.

One is evidence of hastiness,

one smells the front porch pipe,

the last tastes the apple pie verily



12 times too much.



Now they're all here once more,

merry cheeks a'blazin,

serving up, sloshing, tale telling

ale, with laughter, merriment verily



12 times not enough.



( and they say Good Morning to You! Welcome in! )I thought this was bouncy, and not everything you share with us is drudge. I kinda agree with Ben about a holiday, but what I felt more was like a town 200 years ago.Good morning to you too! Smells like Christmas where you are!
Three lawyers? good poem, hey.
hey I read anothe rby you I like the way it is done