A/N:hello, i am not a poet. actually this is only the second poem i have ever written. and i wrote it in ... !class! and while i was half asleep in class. puka-chan, you have already read this. but anywho, i want to know exactly what you think including any constructive criticisms and other things that you might want me to know. by the way. this is a nonsense poem. its not supposed to make any sense. and i am also obcessed with the story of the pied piper. (thats a very scary fairy tale!) i love it. well dont forget to tell me what you think.

Piper piping in the palace.

A wonderland that's just for Alice.

A curling, whirling, churling tale

Billowing over and out and about.

Around, overhead, and under the bed.

Away, a yon, aside me, now.

The bow of the ship moves up and down.

The children chant and spin around.

Away, a yon, aside me, now.

Alas I have a field to plow.

And have to milk the old brown cow.

But over and over the bucket goes.

I gave my love a bright, red rose.

The pure white milk flows over the floor.

A mouse runs under the old barn door.

Avoid the feet of the old brown cow.

Away, a yon, aside me, now.

A journey waits ahead of me.

Perhaps it only waits for thee.

Away, away, we must away.

We'll get there nigh the break of day.

"Where?" you ask but I don't know.

Perchance we only have to go.

Away, a yon, aside me, now.

The piper sings.

The piper plays.

The piper steals if no one pays.

His melodies are sweet and true.

Have the piper play for you.

But pay the piper. If you don't

He just may steal what you love most.

The rats! The rats! Watch the rats!

They'll steal your grain. They'll bite your cats.

The piper will take the rats away.

But you'll regret if you don't pay.

Away, a yon, aside me, now.

Before the king I'll surely bow.

Hear me sing so sweet and low

And play my flute through which I blow.

I love to sing.

I love to play.

Music takes my fears away.

Away, a yon, aside me, now.

In the street there was a row.

A broken hand, a bloody nose.

I gave my love a bright, red rose.

Over and under and 'round it goes.

And no one, no one surely knows

Where, in the dark, the stranger stands.

The childen take each others' hands.

They dance, and chant, and sing along

Singing with the piper's song.

Through the mist and o'er the hill

And return they never will.

Away, a yon, aside me, now.

The piper stands upon the bow

And plays his music just for me

On the bow of this boat that rides the sea.

An adventure only waits for thee.

Join me, maiden, if you dare.

You'll ride upon this gentle mare.

To a barn with a stable door

Where a child laughs no more.

Away, a yon, aside me, now.

My piper's standing in the bow

And the ship moves up and down.

Over, about, around, and around.

My piper never told a lie.

The clouds grow darker in the sky.

They swirl, and crowd, and finally fall

Down will come baby, cradle and all.

A child sighs.

A baby cries.

A fair young maiden daubs her eyes.

Away, a yon, aside me, now.

This piper who stands in the bow.

Whose music will haunt, whose music will sing.

Whose hand but bears a single ring.

This piper sings.

This piper plays.

This piper steals if no one pays.

His melodies are sweet and true.

Have this piper play for you.

But pay this piper. If you don't

He just may steal what you love most.

Away, a yon, aside me now.

A piper standing in the bow.

A/N: please review