Don't be timid
and don't be shy
Foreign blueberries
are good for you!
Pick them from a bush
put them in a bag
Roll them across your tongue
and feel free to remove them from your cold grubby hands;
But if you should choose to take them from the till,
I suggest that you keep them dangling forever,
from your delightful little itty-bitty blue velvet stash.
But keep in mind that it makes no difference what mama says
Someday she will learn that foreign blueberries
are good and there is no reason for you to be afraid at all
Served on an intrepid milky white monkey plate
they make such a tantalizing scene
Pretend you are smokey the bear because she knows how
stiff and sumptuous they can really be
So behold! Goldie Locks was no salacious sinner,
even though she had such a lovely cornucopian mane
So take them over to grandmother's house even before you decide
to walk down mockingbird lane. The porridge is so hot and the cookie
cutters have all been finely sharpened. Besides isn't it about time that you
had an enchanting summer evening date?
Braided hair and pony tails
bobby socks and chestnut snails
have all been set up upon the incandescent vodka still
Drink them down
with the power of a peanut freight
Chug along to the sweet memories of the tune
Open your eyes, smell the weed
and stand absolutely upright in the wicked wind tonight
A firm set of lungs is likely to put you in a festive mood
Annisette and eggnog go well with the lemon custard pie
and may be smeared upon her chubby adolescent thigh
But you must speak kindly of the mountain range
because it is fresh and new
Hold it in your hands and make it jingle like jello
For it is the logical thing for you to do
slurp it down slowly and rub the berries in a wide circular shift
Cocconut may add to the graphic design as there is an antler's rack
on a yellow rod park bus. But beware! You know that the belfry is after you
A short pleated skirt in traditional plaid will be the mark of a candy man's crescent,
as long as a Spanish quilt has some sort of legal right that will begin to make
some of this stand up just for you. And it should bring a subtle smile
to the pretty French cuticles of that insipid jester who is destined to become
an ungrateful, dissatisfied muculent crump.
But a sleek design should be an asset to this rambling rum. It could bring out the moon
in full season and dispell the notions of any young children who are just about to assault the kitchen floor
if they wake up just a tad too late
But if you must know the gingerbread man is still in Cleveland,
with his hands upon his hips and his heart upon a cold smoking
winter time grate
So shackle the horse
Wail the pine and let the alpine nectar flow
Sit up in a glass until it raises its dreary head
but avoid the plastic powder at noon
It might make all of us wish
that we weren't standing up in a sinking canoe
Or feeling the motion of a drunken pirate
who pretends that he is Napolean
even when he can't manage to keep his imminent pecker
high above the strait
Oh boy, oh boy
Gerald Marchewka is an American freelance writer currently living in Lviv, Ukraine. Gerald's most recent book, "Straight from the Heaven's: Li Bai's Poetry in Retrospect" featuring the Illustrations of Seb Fowler is now for sale on Lulu.com Questions about Gerald's projects may be referred to geraldmarchewka@yahoo.com
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