Once Upon a Time there was an Artist Named Garry Sanipass…

In this game, a twist of fun we weave,

A riddle, a puzzle, you won’t believe.

With words that rhyme, they dance and sway,

In a game we play, let’s find a way.

“I call it,” you said, with a playful cheer,

An itch behind your ear, we draw you near.

A stick with fear, it’s a curious sight,

As we spin our words, under the moonlight.

“Swing back and forth,” we softly chant,

Your gaze entranced, in a mystic trance.

Down the stairs, your steps they creep,

In dreams so deep, a secret we keep.

But now, my friend, another twist in the plot,

Words that make you hot, a fiery thought.

“Woke,” “LGBT,” and “Covid” they say,

In your dreams, they lead the way.

“Black Lives Matter” and “prayers” they cheer,

“Thoughts and prayers,” they whisper near.

These words ignite, emotions strong,

In your dreams, they all belong.

Now, a rope to tie, a game anew,

Off to the market, a journey for you.

Magic beans await, a treasure to find,

In this whimsical world, we’re intertwined.

So follow the stick with words so bold,

In a tale untold, the adventure unfolds.

In this playful game, where dreams take flight,

We’ll dance through the night, in the moon’s soft light.