Sad Song

SAD SONG I brought you home a traffic light. You didn’t notice it until it hissed and barked and meowed and grew into a toffee tree. You climbed aboard a shiny leaf and sang Oh Strawberry Jam, how did you know that I am me and that I really am? You flapped your rings and flew aday and landed on November who paints houses, garden walls and sings. Do you honestly september? The world grew big and round the corner came a little hat. The moon up in the cry no more fell leftwards in to bat. And now you’ve heard the store your money in the sank. And why the silver arm, leg, foot got stuck in thick, thick blue. I really think I’ve lost the mitts of my shrunken tinnny rind, p’raps left it in the rain to dry with grated orange mind. ________________________ Sad Song - Neither sad nor a song – the whole poem coming up with facts and words, especially rhyming words and enjambment words, that are not the ones expected I brought you home a traffic light - something I thought my daughter-in-law said to my son, but it wasn’t anything like that at all rings - wings aday - away November - September, the house-painter september - remember hat - cat cry - sky leftwards - not forwards store - story sank - bank arm - army blue - glue mitts - bits shrunken rind = shrunken mind orange mind - orange rind