Gingerbread House Poem by O. A.

Gingerbread House

Sweet

If I lived in a gingerbread house
Made of jujubes and jellybeans
Encased in mint flavoured ice cream
And decked out with tropical fruit icing
I would have a chair made from licorice
Red and black to not be partisan
But in fact, give myself equal aspects
In not holding back luxuries people expect
In such a house made from gingerbread...

If I lived in a gingerbread house
I would parade around all day
In a robe made from cinnamon yogurt parfait
And make sweet sugar dough from Santa Fe
To roll up parts of the furniture that are chewed
To eat if I get hungry, with my muse...
But if my Lady gets tired of living here
My muse that is made from gingerbread too
I will eat her and make her happy that she was used.

If I lived in a gingerbread house
I would have all the neighbours over
I would have parties, with my jellybeans and jujubes
I would have them eat untill they were full
I would have them dance in my jellybean room
I would eat and eat and eat untill I could not anymore
Until every last inch of the gingerbread house was gone
And then with my neighbours I would say goodbye
Then move onward to a cotton candy cloud in the skies...

If I lived in a gingerbread house
There would be no more mouse
There would be no more hatred
There would be no reason to want to escape
To a neighbourhood that had a better place
To a neighbourhood that had a bigger faith
In a Love as wild as I imagine there to be...
In living in the sweetest recesses of your dreams...
I say, the world needs more gingerbread people to be free.

O.A.