Come sail with me in my gravy boat
To the land where the dumplings grow
It’s the place where roast potatoes float
And has mashed potato for snow.
I love this place where peas abound
And carrots sing with glee
I’ll meet you here without a sound
Beneath the cucumber tree.
We’ll serenade woks and cutlery
And play with wooden furniture
We’ll frolic with pan handles in the sea
And call the others immature.
The sunlight finds a place to stay
Amongst the sharks and species
The cabbage remembers and will portray
Whilst eating the jigsaw pieces.
All the while you ate the roses
While I munched upon the lotus
The scent is pleasing to my noses
And I have a craving for a crocus.
So why won’t you hallucinate?
Why do I have to be here to see?
Is it me or are you too irate
To be belonging here with me?
© Kris Blackburn 18/02/08