What could be as queer,
As talking to a raspberry?
The simple thought,
Makes the mind stir
...
There is a plot hole in my life
A pretty big one if you ask me
Something I need to fill,
With my own imagination and actions
...
One day,
I'd like a daughter named Kelsey
One with flaming red hair
Spotted with freckles
...
Can you imagine?
Unspoken words
You can't break a promise
You never heard
...
Talking To A Raspberry
What could be as queer,
As talking to a raspberry?
The simple thought,
Makes the mind stir
Makes the fingers tingle
Maybe even the heart skip
Such a strange idea
Yet somehow fitting
For this strange world
One would think,
What would you say,
To said raspberry?
Would you tell of your school or work?
Would you talk of friends?
Children? Wives?
Would you babble on like a running kettle?
Would you only say hello?
Asking of it's children and lives?
Such a interesting phenomenon
When your talking to a raspberry,
and the raspberry talks back.