Noon Rider

I pass the shop where Noon strikes a chord,

in the mind of the visitor as to see cartoon shop,

where everything is a farce of life, a noon rider,

wakes from the sleep and walks like a Donald Duck,

or still a mickey mouse is a tramp vagary,

there is a season of mirth when everyone in the mall,

leaps to the sky to show verve for the noon rider,

Who is a giant looking for rescuing love from the gallows,

of the hellish idea of a burning cauldron that weeps,

only when half the work is done. Noon rider resigns to fate as,

the only joy left for a cycle rider to finally win the race.

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