Noch keine Tags.
I am old, but fashioned.
I am out, yet dated by eternity.
I am a daymare.
Ride me for a while
and I sing you a song
of the night in shining armor.
As I was sitting
at a table just for one
in the Look Mom Hotel
waiting for the waiter,
she came and left
before I ordered.
And I kept waiting.
(No Rider, not for you,
but as you say it, why not?)
I waited, and out of youth,
a time that you call past,
I came to me.
Oh ghoul, I cried,
I’ve channeled you
with my four-cornered hat.
Why do you wear
this rusty copper cask? he said.
In soundless unison we sat.
Will never leave you, added we.
You dance in this? we asked me.
Because there comes to be
a non-surprise party of all ghouls.
We summon ye,
you 24/7 no party ghosts!
