Re: My Poem
Can I join you darling? - we poets have a habit of moving around from camp to camp in our habits!
The moon was dripping from the sky
Into a lake of clouds
The storks flew by upside down
Like dolphins in the sky
The mountain tops were blowing spumes
Of molten lava twirls
The trees were leaning to the west
Like waltzing pretty girls
I sailed on sea of pea green soup
That tasted rather nice
And broke off freezing pinnacles
Of pale blue arctic ice
We reached a shore of marzipan
That sank beneath our weight
And then we skied pavlova dunes
And lunched on peach melba skate!
© gumbud