My happy balloon which I've been bouncing around happily in just deflated.
Even the way it deflated was a picture of sadness.
Y'know?
It just retreated to a dark corner with it's head hung low and slowly emptied itself of all it's shiny, colourful, yummy, sunshiney, kaliedoscopic HappYness.
And then I got out and blinked. And trudged around in a daze, regarding everything dully.
Suddenly, everything was drained of colour.
It wasn't pretty.



Ode to a Deflated Happy-Balloon .

Take me on a chug-chug train
That rushes by lands of green
Again.
My moccasins on the floor,
A seat by the window.

You were my tigger; your top was made out of rubber, your bottom out of springs.
You took me to clouds, to tree-tops.

And there was music that set you free,
My hands stained with paint,
A wide assortment of grins and chuckles and snickers and delightedgleesmiles and guffaws and tinklinggiggles to choose from.

Everyday was a clad-in-happy-coloured-socks day.