Fool for the Fiddle

[Ramona]

inspired by a line that came to me, though I'm not sure how good it sounds because I'm a bit loopy just now.

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I'm a fool for the fiddle,
got rhythm in my toes.
Move to the music,
anything goes.

I'm a fool for the fiddle
and a bottle of beer.
Got my big boots on
and I'm forgetting I'm here.

Whisper whisper,
Scream scream,
Caught up in a river
of gazingdreams.

I'm a fool for the fiddle,
got a blade in my lungs.
Arms up in the air,
Forgetting words that I've sung.

I'm a fool for the fiddle,
got confetti in my eyes,
I'm yelling to who'll listen,
And feeling my chest rise.

Stand still,
Dance dance,
I've should this good,
'Cause it's my last chance.

[Robin]

Pretty and dreamy feeling. It doesn't jolt the reader into an awareness of something new, but it makes you realize a little bit about the narrator, and about yourself.

Me like.

[Ramona]

Thanks. I was hoping it was more of a dreamy feel, though it wasn't hard since at the time I wrote it I was feeling dreamy.