Nonesense? Poem by Bill Smith

Twas’ a Pterodactyl summer
In a pea soup of a year
The voice of reason spoke
As my nose bled a tear
40 nights of dreams
In a colander dripping hope
Were left to fight the morning
With a knot tied in a rope

On a summer fruit evening
In a week of Special Fried Rice
Came a Monkey selling wishes
At a once and only price
Tempted by the future
Rubber cheque endorsed
One and two were easy
But three had to be forced

On a Roast Beef Sunday morning
In a azure blue sky week
The yellow orb came calling
Requesting that we speak
Made mention of a promise
Of warmth soon to come
On a Roast Beef Sunday morning
I made friends of the sun

On a Chop Suey weekend
In a month of Jam and Bread
The worm of doubt came crawling
Right inside my head
Sliding past the mush
The passes for my brain
On a Fish and Chips Thursday
He wriggled out again

On a Carnavore barbi Saturday
In a week of Beans on Toast
My friend the sun as promised
Decided we should roast
So by a Rum Punch river of Cocktails
In a field of Midget Gems
I cooled my self with Ice Cream
Overdosed on M “n” M’S

In a Winter of Elephant ice cubes
With summer sun under my belt
On a let’s have Omelettes Tuesday
Sirloin Steaks could be smelt
So with a neighbours onions frying
By a fence of Liquorice sticks
We stood mouths watering ready
Knives, forks and Toothpicks