Quiet! A Poem Is Lost In Thought

"Quiet! A Poem Is Lost In Thought"

All poetic thought lost in puffy dream clouds.

The poetry breathed cloud's vapors through a glass and porcelain tiled ceramic hookah pipe.

Poets used to smoke Turkish cigarettes that were hand rolled with blueberry rolling paper.

But the poets quit smoking them when Grandma Moses told them cigarettes caused brain cancer.

That turned out to be true, like tea causes subcutaneous emphysema lung sounds.

Poetry smoked pot which causes blue brain cell damage.

The combination of the cigarettes and clouds caused poets to have senility at the age of six.

But to this day, poetry still smokes thoughts and new ideas, in a big puff of smoking, white, clouds.

Walked backwards while my friend walked forwards under the same umbrella down the street.

People were walking that way, in groups of fours, sixes, eights, and twelves, all over towns.

All under different umbrellas, as the towns' clocks struck high fives.

It rained and rained horses and cows.

I chopped a snowman's carrot nose off with a sword and put it in a vegetable stew.

An English vegetable pie.

I was knighted for it by the Queen Of England, with the same sword, that very day.

For six pence I'd blow a plastic nose.

I'd jump in a pool full of Mush Men's Yorkshire Raisin Pudding.

For ten pounds English sterling.

Dreamed up by George Harvey Wall Wanker VIII.

End.

Jonathan Billet 12/06/2014