frozen feb

my father has turned sixty seven
my friends are turning somewhere in the twenties..
february the month of chill, february the month of valentine
reminds me the mediavle europe

fantacy flows like the flood of flop flicks
fringe of her fuzzy frizz flip over my face
frail faith fuses with the firm one
fresh fragnance reaches the far frontier

flashing eyes of fans following the flusterd faces
enjoing the feast of fried fish in this famine
funnybone tangling in the football friction
falling are the feathers from the fedora

my wishes are due to all my frends
(forgive me but forget not)
my tone is rude... i roar, i cry, i sob and burry myself into the mystic mood...
so the frightend fairy took the french leave
perhaps to refresh or to adopt herself

oh! frenzy phoenix ! my friend !
i'm comming to join you
let's burn ourselves into ashes
and let's live a fantasic life again

flowers are blooming and the mountain shines
chill nights are over and the sun comes out
i'm happy to declare i'm in the moon
( i would violate the fifth amendment )
i would leap to get the folkmaid at twnty-ninth


again,
fabulous it would be if every ice would melt in this frozen feb...