Three Weird Songs
I will sing and laugh at table,
Tell my brother that I’m able
To eat pancakes every day—
Not with centipedes, no way!
In the kitchen darker stories
Bloom like fatal morning glories;
Beautiful they are, but cruel,
Deadlier than day-old gruel.
From a deep, enchanted well
Draw some water, say a spell
That will change (I know not how)
Donald Trump into a cow.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Posted on February 10, 2019, in light verse, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged beautiful, brother, dare, darker, eat, how, kitchen, laugh, say, sing, table, well. Bookmark the permalink. 22 Comments.