Looking Out My Backdoor Poem by Owen Cullimore

With the party in full swing
And the joy that this can bring
I wandered through the garden fair
Stood in the doorway mesmerized there
Sat on a stool in the middle of the lawn
Was a big Stag with a small Fawn
Suddenly a Tiger came
They started playing a childish game
As I watched in awe, dumbstruck in fact
An Elephant passed by with a Haversack
He saw a Mouse sat on the grass
Which freighted him, so he tiptoed past
I blinked my eyes, I must be dreaming
Suddenly a Hyena was screaming
More like a loud laugh, it had quite an effect
Made me smile and recollect
As I stood by the Garden Door
I shook my head and saw some more
Amazing things to think about
As a Bear walked by and he had gout
Walking slowly with a limp
In dark glasses, looked like a pimp
His black suit looked rather smart
Must have been bought at WalMart
My eyes are playing tricks on me I thought
It's time to stop that's what I aught
To be doing, stop this illusion
My mind is in such a state of confusion
Just then Dr Doolittle came walking by
Looked at me and just said Hi
Walked out through the garden gates
And took along all his garden mates
I then collapsed into a chair
Looked out again, there was no one there
This funny baccy, mixed with the drink
Made my mind hallucinate a bit I think
It's time to stop now this has begun
Must be other ways to have fun
Walked back indoors so full of dread
Turned over quickly and fell out of bed.