A rubber glove once fell in love

A stranger in a worldly front

would often speak in tens

No need to be so wildly blunt

the eggs aren’t in the hens

Collecting hedges for the feast

their drain was feeling low

With harems preaching baker’s yeast

and puppies in the snow

 

This carton comes of solid soup

in broken bowling spares

When chalk that’s spilled upon the stoop,

Is laid upon the stairs

And plastic is a middle name

for every mounting clamp

Regardless, if it’s morning rain

or basements nice and damp

 

A rubber glove once fell in love

where garden soil is tilled

Tomato trees now thinking of

the empty baskets filled

A gopher reading Shakespeare

thought that it was time to quit

While all the other fingers sneered

and pointed straight at it

 

I like to weave a fractured disc

to play in our machine

It’s just like me to take the risk

when making such a scene

So here we find the finish line,

It sits beyond your sight

Another crosswalk filled with wine,

your choice now, re(a)d or write

 

I guess you think this guy is drunk

or high on amber weed

Because of all this crap he thunk

that no one comes to read

And maybe sir you’d be correct

and maybe you too ma’am

It’s nothing that you might expect

for he don’t give a damn

 

So place your little sailor’s cap

atop this fresh made bed

Then when it’s time to take a nap

remember what I said

That poetry that makes no sense

might set your mind a’ spin

But all will come at his expense,

he’s whining once again

 

I’ll bet you wish that this was done,

these lines would disappear

Admit it, this just wasn’t fun

and now you sit in fear

Feeling trapped, just like a rat

that gave in to the cheese

Well, never fear, it’s not like that,

I’ll end this if you please

 

To be continued… (not really)

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Dave Brown]

this is a real winner
what is the point of making sense when baloney comes out as enjoyably as this.

[willweb]

Now all I need is some cheese and mayo and I wll be set. : ) Thanks Dave, I appreciate your comments and friendship

[Dave Brown]

Dude .

[Soren]

Will what a fun read. It is nice to be able to read without having to think of hidden meanings or interpret metaphors. Just let the mind go and enjoy the images created. As I read this I pictured Alice in Wonderland. My mind too wanders through silly rhymes at times and I have to ask myself what I'm thinking of. A very enjoyable read my friend.

[willweb]

Thanks Soren. I just figured it was time to write something that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. I appreciate you stopping by and reading my mess.

[Lorry]

Na mate, we need writers like you to hide the unsane behind. People might actually figure out that my pet penguin does talk to me in fluent giraffe and then where would I be? Tied to a stake, being the main event for their impromptu barbecue, which I never even got an invite to!
They'd probably make waddles watch too, at least until they googled "are penguins tasty?" 😊

[willweb]

Ah man, do you know how long it has been since I have had a nice penguin burger? Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you but just know this, with mayo and a little lettuce and tomato...not even an Eskimo Pie is better. Thanks for stopping by...oh, the barbecue is Sunday at 2:00. Come on over if you aren't busy and bring your little friend too. : )

[Lorry]

He does cook a mean burger 😊

[Chris Shaw]

You have such an imagination will. A mind that wanders at will lol. Too many wills.

I love that line

A rubber glove once fell in love


That is so original. I am unlikely to see
that again in a poem ever:) Such a fun read for a cold Thursday afternoon.

Chris

[willweb]

Thank you Chris. Now, that is something for me to hang my hat on...that you will never see it again in a poem...I like that. Honestly, thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment on this crazy little piece of writing

[Chris Shaw]

My pleasure :) I’m gonna remember that line for a long time:)

[Ken Simm.]

Weird wit and whimsey. Its incredible to read someone who can give surrealist poets a run for their money. This is quite simply superb. Said the polka dot hippo.

[willweb]

Tell that Polka Dot Hippo I said thanks and thanks to you too Ken.

[Ken Simm.]

Can't don't speak polka.

[AYVID N]

Lol...this was really so funny, dear Willweb!
Many very surprising things happened in this poem and just as I was about to place my thinking cap on my confused head, the end was revealed.
No harm in getting drunk sometimes, especially if we enjoy ourselves so much.
Absolutely enjoyed this higgledy-piggledy poem!

[willweb]

Thank you Divya. Just writing some gibberish because I didn't have anything better to do. : )

[AYVID N]

You're welcome dear Willweb! :)