I once went to Roma where I met a strange Nome.
He had pink hair and a green eyed stare.
I wasn't too sure if I should stay there
Talking with this strange thing,
And I turned to leave but, stopped when he began to sing
I was very curious of course
Because without bridle stood next him a purple horse.
His words I did not understand
For he sang a very strange verse that came from a far away land,
But the music was oh so sweet,
And I saw, when I looked down, that I was tapping my feet.
The horse was very strange indeed,
And it was clear to me that he was not a mare but a steed,
A magnificent beast with long shaggy mane,
And he appeared to be quite tame.
The fellow just stood idly by
While his Nome buddy hit notes both low and high.
I was so fascinated by this strange event
that I forgot to take pictures for remembrance.
For some time, I stood there still
Like the frost on a window sill
And marveled at this wonderful thing
Until suddenly he ceased to sing.
The ears of his horse perked,
And I turned my head with a jerk
To see what it might be,
But nothing was there,
And when I turned back around he had disappeared!
By Marina Pickett
November 2004
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