After Gallivanting – A short poem.

This is for Dee’s Daily Word Promp. See link below.


The word is GALLIVANT.


I flit, I float, I gallivant,

all around the town.

If you name a place, I’ve been there

I’ve been up and I’ve been down.


I suppose you’d call me well-travelled.

I’ll answer to that name.

But now I’ve been almost everywhere,

It all begins to look the same. 


I think perhaps I’ll settle down.

I’ll find a spot to call my own.

With chickens and a picket fence

and flowers I’ll have sown.


It’s all well and good to gallivant.

Travelling broadens the mind, they say.

I’ve been there and done that now,

so home is where I’ll stay. 



Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 04/June/2018

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