Ring Around the Cozy:
Poetic Spin on Next of Kin
A lively link that’s sure to shrink
To cast the others out,
The circle dances on the brink
And tosses blame about.
The starter of the game may fear
Inclusion casts a spell.
And so he plants himself premier
With ever-shriller yell.
The merrymaking song he sings
Its melody has lost.
For she who still may wear his rings
Outside the arc is tossed.
No longer does she press the edge
To join the whirling fray.
For he forgot his long-time pledge
When he began to play.
The circle game for children’s fun
Is fast becoming vague.
Have folks forgotten or respun
It started with a plague?
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Circle Gamephoto by Inferis
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