some marines in submarines went sailing out to be respectable in spectacles to see what they could see reversing in submersibles they beached upon the shore and in wet socks dashed on the rocks their dreams for ever more
do not touch the pelicans in St. James’ Park they don’t take all too well to such lakeside larks rather stroke the squirrels or chase a wayward duck but please don’t touch the pelicans as you’re sure to come unstuck.
I wrote this poem backwards to see where it would start if its seed was in my head or it grew in my heart and then I turned it inside out the surest rhymes to find decided it could do without a certain measured time but after all I set a fire and in it through my verse thinking that cast to the flames it couldn’t get much worse therefore I started up again and forwards did compose thus these simple lines appeared to bring me to a close.
If I could build a bird box in which we both could stay safe and sound without a care I’m sure we’d be okay inside our little bird box in the branches of a tree oh how blessed in our love-nest the two of us would be.
I like cats and I like dogs I dig hallucinogenic frogs I like sparrows and I like hawks I listen to parrots when they trash talk I like bugs what scamper by fish in ponds larks on high I dig the lambs and lions too lazy sharks and whales of blue I like gibbons’ funky struts and baboons with their painted butts I like bees that buzz about but people?