Hallmark Heaven

Up, up, my brothers,
it's our time to play
in the heaven-blessed land of the fullblown cliche
where the sun always smiles and the thunder still booms,
and laughter still echoes in cavernous rooms.

'Tis a joy to romp freely where sprites give their all,
where love is eternal in spring and in fall.
Though dastardly deeds are inflicted by those
who would challenge our nighttimes of splendid repose,
we will triumph when evil pervades our clear sight
and laugh when the stars fall, and day turns to night.

For magic enraptures the sum of our days.
Full hearts store the treasure; let me count the ways!
And should you find stale, the sweet things you might say,
your muse will find YOU, at the Starlite Cafe. *
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*The Starlite is a poetry web site, whose contributors are addicted to cliche.