After the restful siesta
We're fired up for the fiesta
We've been rehearsing half the year
Our cutest kids and pets wait here\
The joyful crowds are gathering
The drum parade's just beginning
All the happy bells are ringing
All harmonious choirs singing
Bells. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
Follow the leader's loud commands
TV tracks and zooms on marching bands
See national dress from many lands
Smiling faces and waving hands
Hear tinkling bells sewn on my clothes
See my silver hoop ear-rings, and painted nose
Some haven't got a thing to wear
Except strings of flowers, in long fake hair
But they've big bouquets and tiny posies
Hide behind sunflowers and roses
Huge green fans of peacock feathers
Twirl parasols for sun and all weathers
The finest lace and feathers we wear
And ribbons in golden and black hair
Hear bells on coats and bells on hats
And collars of the cows and cats
Bells on the skirts, bells on the shirts
One little bell fell in the dirt
A bugle played SOS alert
I picked it up, no-one was hurt
Watchers linked arms in a Mexican waves
Old time pirates, Red Indian braves
We've dolls, bears, goats and boats with horms
Friendly fairies, witches, unicorns
We pranced and danced around the square
I've lots of videos to share
And some I won't because I care
You kmow why only if you were there!
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At the end of the lovely day
As reality fades away
Morris dancers with white hats tell
Of dancing dogs and cats with bells.
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I woke from an afternoon nap, daydreaming about dancing cats with bells, and Morris dancers. As I wrote the poem it turned into a reminiscence about carnivals in London, Rio and Venice, and the USA, New Year's Day parades and and parades all over the world.
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