MRS MINT - POEM - EAT THE MOON
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by Mrs Mint
Waiter...There's a Sky in my pie
Remove it at once if you please.
You can keep your incredible sunsets
I ordered mincemeat and cheese.
I can't stand Nightingales singing,
or clouds all burnished with gold
the whispering breeze is disturbing the peas
and it's making my chips go all cold!
I don't care if the chef is an artist
Whos canvases hang in the Tate
I want two veg and puff pastry
Not the universe heaped on my plate.
Ok i'll try just a spoonful
I suppose i've got nothing to lose
Mmm, the colours quite tickle the palette
with your blend of delicate hues,
The sun has a 'custardy' flavour
and the clouds are as light as the air
the wind has a chewier texture,
with a hint of cinnamon there.
The sky is simply delicious
why haven't I tried it before?
I can chew my way through Eternity
and still have room left for more.
Having acquired a taste for the Cosmos
I'll polish this sunset off soon
I can't wait to tuck into the 'Night sky'...
...Please bring me the Moon!
© Mrs Mint 2011