This is a place for poems to gather
under the Aegis of non sequitur,
to dance for a chance, to chitter and blather.

While stresses are off in this cozy tenure,
moon can meet swoon to mate in the heather.
Under the Aegis of non sequitur,
winds hop along, enjoying the weather,
while pan plays his pipes, right naughty for sure.
Moon can meet swoon to mate in the heather.
It`s easy to get, but not easy to cure,
this longing for ease in summertime weather.

While Pan plays his pipes rather naughty for sure,
a scent`s in the breeze, a spiralling feather,
no care in the world, just feeling secure.
This longing for ease in summertime-weather
is snarky and wacky, a devilish lure.

This is a place for poems to gather,
no care in the world, just feeling secure,
to dance for a chance, to chitter and blather.