Rain is No Substitute
In shimmering skies the clouds were humming
The sun was fat, the banjos strumming
Grassy fields were piled with laughter
And then before or was it after
I heard the soldiers drumming
In glimmering seas the fish were swimming
The waves were round, the kelp needed trimming
And yet I had to say to Martha
"We shouldn't travel any farther"
By then the lights were dimming
In feathery fields the goats were lunching
The gerbils napped; the newts were munching
All around was fairy dust
Mermaid scales and satyr lust
I felt the acorns crunching
The beechnuts, too, were melodramatic
Their queen was an angel, the king, autocratic
And all about were limpets
The bishops all wore timpets
Their children were ecstatic
| Contributors: | Nym, Francine, F, Karin. |
| Poem finished: | 24th July 2003. |