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REVELRY



REVELRY

By: Jared Ford

rev•el•ry
ˈrevəlrē noun

Lively and noisy festivities, especially when these involve drinking a large amount of alcohol.
"Sounds of revelry issued into the night"

A better definition could scarcely be found
Agreed every irritated neighbor around
I awoke to the thunder that ended my slumber
Who creates such a riot, I suffered to wonder
The wild things are here
And with them, comes fear

Fear of the roars, and thumps in the night
Echoes of monsters who scream their delight
How peculiar, how odd, why here? Why now?
What stirs their heart to arouse such a howl?
The wild things I hear
As I slowly draw near

Their beastly attire, gleams ever brighter
As the fire spins higher, their eyes do inspire
They dance with such glee, their spirit carefree
How enticing for me, this uncouth jubilee…
The wild things I’ve seen
Don’t appear all that mean

Into the light, I announced my arrival
A dozen kind smiles, assured my survival
They welcomed me in and I felt something rising,
A joyous roar erupted, somewhat surprising!
The wild things I’ve met
are hard to forget


The night charged on, we threw down the beers
The music washed over, and with it, my fears
They drew me into their raging revelry
And with open arms, found a new family
Now I’m a wild thing
And you can be too


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