I
promised: no balloons. But here we are.
I
promised no balloons, but here we are!
I
don’t know the first thing about ballooning,
I
said, full of hot air. I swooned.
Lightheaded,
headed to the moon, today,
A
balloonist’s honeymoon, today,
I
set off from the dunes, today; besides,
Above the sea, marooned, at high tide—
Above the sea, marooned, at high tide—
Time for a tune, said I, airily,
In
pantaloons now, hey-nonny-nonnily—
Too
soon for this song, this too-rhymed refrain,
Too
soon for this sea, this unreasoned rain.
Balloons,
stalk on, stalk on, through the ages;
I’m
off ballooning without gauges.
