Mr. Bigend

He flaps through life

in outrageous sneakers

cupcake corners

and jelly nose.

He sees all colours

blue and bluey red,

red and bluey blue

stinking of bananas

yellow as perfume.

He hears the steamy steam train

churling down the tracks

through the lofty sand dunes

along their silent cracks.

He waves a wavy wave

and grins a grinny grin

smiles at passersby

who pull their children in.

He trips and stumbles

blabs and mumbles

sometimes farts and tummy rumbles

dances haywire

hairy brushfire

twists his little toes.

But underneath

that yellow smile

he's a decent skin

that fool with the jelly nose.

Reviews

[LA Lorena]

OMG! Johnston? (Least that's what men call it in the USA)

[C.R.Turner]

Johnston?

[LA Lorena]

Mr. Johnston. He's a bit of a dick head

[C.R.Turner]

Ah culturally-challenged there, LL. This is a small toe in the water for some of my more heavyweight nonsense poetry that has yet to be unleashed on the world!(once I've done with all this romantic crap, and got a life that is)

[Kelvin Sprocket]

Hmmm. Who's this about then?

[C.R.Turner]

Mr. Bigend. :)