there is a monster in my bed a friendly one it seems out he pops when I’m asleep and brightens up my dreams he pops back in when I awake and pulls the covers tight and there he waits anticipating just what he’ll do tonight
though winter’s burned the gold away between new snowdrops faeries play their eternal games until the spring for busy are these elfin folk their task as always to invoke the spirit of their love in everything singing joys across the hours bringing forth the crocus flowers painting crowns upon the daffodils for without their magic ways we’d be cursed to darker days so bless-ed be the hope that they instill
all aboard the butterfly the station master roared passengers rushed to their seats the baggage all was stored wings were primed and nectar stoked enough to last the day the whistle blew and flags were waved and the butterfly flew away.
calliope whirlygig hurdy-gurdy groove round and round the carousel is how we like to move up and down the horsey heads and in and out the lights the organ sounds like candy floss on this neon starlit night.
Hephaestus strikes the anvil and the world shatters apart his furnace red and fired as any lover’s heart. His passion spreads across the land and ashen his desire when the smoke has lifted such destruction has he sired
are these carrots vegan I heard the old man say they are, but not so cruelty free we sliced them up today in that case I’ll have chick peas they’ve much more of a bite and unlike the cowardly carrots they put up quite a fight.
hilarious vicarious licking lolly ice melancholic alchoholic eating chocolate mice i sat inside a sugar puff to soak up all the honey I would have been his bit of rough but the monster had no money banging hanging gardens blasting bass and drums i’d have played along on bongos if I’d not broke my thumbs
little Polly Backscratch
sat under a chair
eating fluffy furballs
she’d discovered there
she gulped them down
like fairy cakes
light as morning air
and though they made
her tummy ache
she really didn’t care.