The man with the
astrolabe told me
That Roger was coming to sing
And Gwynneth would dance like an
angel
And all
the nine tailors would ring
He said the
queen valued my message
And was graciously pleased to
observe
That I combined a quite fitting
description
With
felicitous subject and verb
And the dolphins were swimming in
brandy
And the tigers were roaring in tune
And the elephant's progress was
stately
As he left not a mark on the dune
The woman with forty-three children
Was feeding them
porridge and tea
She said that she'd give them some
shortbread
If only they'd share it with me
The sun was unceasingly
scorching
The snow was all melted away
The ants were
ferocious and biting
While the mantis was waiting to pray
My mother said I was a
darling
My father said I was a
fool
My
teacher just shook his head sadly
And drew a straight line with his
rule
I haunted my books for an
answer
I sought out
the words of the wise
But they whirled on the page like a
dervish
Obscuring the truth from my eyes
I walked to the top of a
mountain
The man with the astrolabe grinned
The clouds scooted on the
horizon
Gone with the breath of the wind