The ballad of dancing Willy rabbit heart (true-enigma edit)

[Keith]

The Ballad of Dancing Willy Rabbit Heart -----------------( 3rd revision - editorial advisement / true enigma)

I know a place in the Willowbrook Pines,
where they kept sick children in cages-
five-foot-five, only he would survive,
to dance for miniscule wages.

What led him to this as a child I missed,
but for a penny he'd play his part-
In the park by the slide, a memory resides,
of Dancing Willy Rabbit Heart.

With skin like tar and lobotomy scar,
he was wholly misunderstood-
but for a miniscule tip, he'd shake his hips,
for any kid in the neighborhood.

Willy poor Willy what did we do,
but swarm 'round you like bees-
with jeers to smart, your rabbit heart,
we'd dance you to your knees.

What led you to this as a child I missed,
but now I’ve learned the score-
in burlap sealed, in the potter's field,
lay a man that god ignored.

And of all my childhood memories,
some bitter, some sweet, some tart-
a ghost resides, that clatters inside,
named dancing Willy Rabbit Heart.



Chazz
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Hi Chazz I just wanted to say how amazed I am at the transformation of this poem and your ability to interpret the workshop, great stuff a lesson for us all me thinks. You definitely have a keeper on your hands. I'm of to read it again. Keith