In September
the Flying Carpet "sailed off through night and day"
and went to "Where The Wild Things Are"
(a.k.a. the Penland Instructors Retreat near Asheville, NC)
107 past instructors
"made mischief of one sort and another"
The Wild Things "roared their terrible roars"
"and gnashed their terrible teeth"
"and rolled their terrible eyes"
and the "Wild Rumpus" was never ending
Then the Flying Carpet "waved goodbye to the Wild Things"
and packed its suitcase
(a little tricky to keep the suitcase attached to the carpet)
"and sailed back over a year
and in and out of weeks
and through a day"
at Cerrillos
(the land that time forgot and Mary Jane remembered)
and into "the night of" its very own wall to wall...
