imagination sirop!

A Poem by Richard

O, what you can do with a little paper and glue
Or a little imagination syrup on the waffle of your choice
I choose blueberry garden gnome
Obviously the kind where when you open the clamshell, a thousand rolled up blue gnomes come tumbling out..

Sometimes, in summer, when your panda has eaten all the bamboo
Or in winter, when the palm trees growing in your hair make you a fistful of dollars
You shout “It should have been me”

There’s nothing like a frightened toe trying to dip in the pool,
Of striped socks worn by a leopard at art school
You trade a can of bees for a can of worms
Take up knitting, and take down the wallpaper, shaped like numbers, taxi-cab scented, your favorite sweater?

I thought I picked all those Gnomeberries out of my pancakes!

Well, I can’t complain, I’ve always wanted to try a little imagination syrup