There once was a Girl who saw a duck, sitting next to her Uncle Buck. Not no ordinary duck, but a duck from Wonderlux.
This duck from Wonderlux, as tall as her Uncle Buck, the girl did recognize, however, it was a surprise. Wonderlux was her former home, a place of wonder, a place of rainbows and snow cones.
A flash came over her, memories did return to her, of rainbows and snowcones, of toons and balloons. She came from Wonderlux you see, the girl who swam across the river Tigers Blood.
Morphing faces, frolicking chases, this girl remembered this Duck, this Duck from Wonderlux. Her best companion, running through candy canyons and falling from cotton waterfalls, the game of tag, was their best gag.
A playground upon a star Created, Wonderlux was their favorite haven. They would ride and hide, fall and glide, run to and fro, even fly through snow. The Girl, the Duck, their adventures amuck stuck in icing glazes, inside the chocolate mazes.
Slip slide double glide down clouds high, what a ride! The Duck, the Girl. The shenanigans awhirl. Winning tickets to other slapsticks, the berry-go-round, the monster chasing them through scary town.
They’d create performances of drama with feign death flowers and star fell showers. Creation fun from honey oils and taffy crayons, done laughingly amidst lemon sour seas. The bees with legs and knees, walkie talking through Wonder Luxury!
A friend be best, the Duck, her rest. The time, the day, the place, the pace, the fun filled space. What wonders were wondered of Wonderlux covered. Making faces of cartoon elastics, the plastics of everlastic, the memories fantastic.
Time for play, like pages turned, do come with an end, its friend the The. Me, myself, and a Duck billed friend, the girl remembered, the fun surrendered. For a vacation home becomes an exit known to work soul wonders singing other numbers.
The patio, the stare, the uncle, the chair. A Duck from Wonderlux remembered down here.
Zoltan Blue 