Ginger-glad

Your thoughts bubble

up in the sink of your head.

A rainbow they juggle,

above your sofa they spread.

Even your fears chuckle

at the corner of your bed.

As tiny ears they snuggle:

there’s no time to be sad.

You’re mellow, you hustle

out every fretful shred.

You’re yellow, you’re supple,

you’re silently ginger-glad.

You’re soft as a cherry gum,

you don’t need any struggle.

You’re miles away from

any big trouble.

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