i stand on the bandstand

once upon a picnic
lemonade in hand

cheese & pickle me, please
if the which is sand

pardon then & marbles
as the peach is canned

daze a haze of gravy
in the greenest land

time is like the blossom
when the day is blue

we became a statue
speckled i & you

thee, the gleaming milksop
’til the pale is tanned

i stand on the bandtstand
but am not in the band

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