The sausages were singing about horses
as they munched on the toes of a shark
they had stolen the sword of a keyboard snake
living by the eels in the leek tree park
The swings had been stolen by lemons
on the run from a lime ketchup bar
listening to the ears of parrots
painting a horse chestnut's car
The tyres had run away join the mice
in the hope of getting an eel's knees
but it keeps getting blown away
by the hair of the purple cheese
The rind is slowly fading
lighting ice cubes from the sky
soon your bed will be waking up
so it is time to reopen your eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
did you eat eels and horses before writing this? were they cooked well? ? ! i liked by the hair of the purple cheese...but i've liked other poems from you better. and i don't find you listed on PH as John Westlake. good thing i remembered Profanisaurus, my 'old friend'. how ya been? ? ? bri :)