“Gloomie is just the next post away”
“I can bet on it” she says
But no, we aren’t going that way
The sun is out and we are out to play
We are dancing in the hay
To the melodies of our hearts we sway.
“Just watch out for this space”
She says, with a smirk on her face
And when she comes reading at a fast pace
Racing to the end, looking for the coup de grace
And finding none, wonders if she is in the wrong place
Because of gloom, she finds not a trace.
Aha! You can beat your chest you say
Pray tell, what happened to gloom that has come to stay?
I am talking to you, don’t walk away!