Aug 13 2010



As I walked on a sea of grass,
I met a passing cloud,
We blew smoke though a looking glass,
whispers shouting loud

I climbed up cardboard flowers,
which loomed so high above.
I swam in nature’s showers,
met a snowdrop and fell in love.

We made love in a tea-towel bed
and in a toothpaste tube
Though nought was heard and nought was said,
I sensed its loving mood

And so I ended my magic day,
dying as I went,
but even so feeling gay,
knowing it was a day well spent.

PS.The “gay” in this “GRANDFATHER CLOCKS” related poem means happy.

Grandfather clocks Is me!!


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