my volume is unread of late
a reference book he references not
my violin no longer solos
it hums a barely audible interval
yet i am sure i nourish still
my soul is bread his soul to fill
'Tis in the way of flocks to go
From field to fold, as all well know.
Even children are aware
How winter withers flowers fair.
Yet you strain to overthink
A skater's arc in time's long rink.
He would not crash into you,
But catch you close and hold you true.
Roses dry and posies wilt,
No doubt - but surely rustless gilt
Is nowhere on these mountains found.
Would you mine it from the ground?
Would you grime your pretty hands?
Earnest love before you stands.
To him your heart and limbs should flow
In sun, and stay despite the snow.
Today's dramatic entrance? Nothing new.
First act: floating, daubed with pitch and pity.
This act: native returns to royal city.
We are reminded of a ball we threw
To you in play on Father's palace ground.
We asked it back. You did not let it go.
No court geometer could better show
Us symmetries than those which here abound.
Your plea, we toss aside. Your people, we hold.
Your plague will cost us not one mote of gold.
I can hold my Heineken, I'm steady with my Stoli
I proclaim with pride: I'll match Johnny Walker's stride
Yet one wicked beverage exerts a frightening leverage
Everyone who knows me knows they better stay away
When they see me raise a glass of chardonnay
The whiskeys of the Emerald Isle are pleasing to my palette
Pour some scotch and just you watch, I'll pound it like a mallet
But don't give me the option of that fatal French concoction
Everyone who knows me knows they better step away
When I uncork a bottle of demon chardonnay
I vandalize books, I cross out their titles
I heckle small children's piano recitals
I won't behave because momma I don't care
I walk into restaurants minus my footwear
I hijack buses without an accomplice
While scribbling illegible letters to Congress
Everyone who knows me knows
They better run away
When they hear me say,
"I think I'll check the fridge to see
If we've got chardonnay."
Hippopotamus Rex