An Easy Breeze, Beneath The Coconut Trees. Poem by Michael Gale

Sleeping through, the ever peace filled breeze...
Beneath the breezy coconut trees.

Out, I'd be, like a light...
After a coconut would fall, oh good night.

There would be growing on top of my head...
A lump, as i lay there, all dead.

The lump, would have the Who-Land young ins, down my noggin'...
Sleddin'in', and Toboggan'in'' in.

The snow would scatter and spread...
All that dandruff, all over my head.

The snow scene would...
Be oh, so obscene.

When, I'd have awakened...
Someone from me, of my conscience, would have taken.

All, still, would be dark...
Like a tribe of blindness, in a park.

Out i was and was i out...
Never to be, and all about.

See what fury hath a coconut tree? ...
To subconsiously, set me free.

On the morrow' that i should awaken...
I'll be dead wrong, sadly miss-staken.

After the hospital stay, I'd partake, in a feast of Pork 'n Beans...
I just hope, that while i was out, that no one, stole, any o' my spleens.

What's that, you say? ...
I only have one today?

Oh well...
That must be a sea-shell, I smell?

Can one smell the ocean's best?
Are clams considered seafood's best?

Can a baby be expected to be nursed by coconut's milk? ...
Does every Mermaid, have shiny hair of silk?

This, to you, I must now, show...
Here I am, away, I go!

Bye!
Hope I don't die?