Is there cotton in materialism?
Did the Iron Curtain rust away?
Can you kick your ball
Across Hadrian's Wall?
Can you eat the Milky Way?
Must I cry on the Mourne Mountains?
Feel happy when I hit my Funny Bone?
Will my Midriff Spread
Keep me warm in bed?
Can I hear my Muscle Tone?
Can you play a tune
On Musical Chairs?
Are French Letters sent from France?
Will we all have a jolly good party
When you lead me a Song and Dance?
Will I learn to speak Plain English?
With no strange phrases and such.
Will I mean what I say?
With my words - just don't play,
Is it all just so much Double Dutch?
This is a light-hearted inquiry into the paradoxes of metaphor - but, let's face it, where would we poets be without them? Clever piece. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one Joe. I wrote one in a similar vein. Can't remember what I called it though... the grey cells are fast diminishing (ha ha)