Friday, April 29, 2011


I am gone! I am gone!
I am gone to tea with Auntie Poet!
I will tell her news of the city and she will pity me no doubt.
‘Don’t say! Don’t say! It is all too silly!’

She is up! She is up!
She is up to fetch the sugar!
She knows that life tastes sour and sees a dour need for sweet.
‘A cube! A cube! Have at least one each hour!’

He is risen! He is risen!
He is risen just for our occasion!
Sir Christ steps light this way and does pay a penny a smile.
‘Come son! Come son! Do not dare delay!’

I am done! I am done!
I am done with cup and saucer!
I must take up a book of math and flee the wrath of a mind too keen.
‘Well fine! Well fine! But hold tight to my giraffe!’

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