Golly Gosh Betwixt Poem by Clive Culverhouse

a whole manner of oodles saw
stuff piled under a shelf
a sofa on the ceiling
and a light fitting on the floor
there were gardens
in the living room
all his worth beyond the door

he walked off to the north aloud
opening a gate behind
tipped his hat at Jupiter
his shadow walked to the south
passing statues
in the street
and words flew into his mouth

as evening turned to morning's ray
and he arrived
at the place he left
something‘s very odd today
and cars reversed
round straighten roads
he thought I must have lost my way

golly gosh betwixt said he twice
to anyone and all
what am I to do
he cried in hope of some advice
if I turn back now
I'll sure be lost
but go from bad to nice

so back he went to evening's head
to have another go
jumped into pyjamas
I'll probably wake up dead
but what a day
I'll get some sleep
and snuggled down in bed

the next day was the morning before
when all was new
and all had dawned
it started in a boiling pot of evermore
all in its place
and mirrored away
a day of straight not wobbly gore