Nothing But Cartoons Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Rain came of sleeping foxes—
Rain slept underneath the palmettos:
Waters came
Of serpentine conquistadors—
Filled up the baths of alligators
And all of the day long,
The youngish children in their dalliances—
Where did they go in the middle of
A school day—
Not to school, not according to their chances:
Sunlight sang like golden lances
Over rooftops where
It was they spent their afternoon—
Visions of virginsittas came to them as they
Drank their bottles,
As they skipped classes,
And folded airplanes and lit off rockets—
It was their springtime in the afternoon—
Where they learned nothing
But cartoons.