Snow falls on the chair, empty,
Of my father, in the orchid!

Strawberries kiss the grass,
Toys have already been disposed of!

On the road the screeching floats;
Oh, another casualty! Who?

My wife rang me up and I got glad
To know about the new guest!

Letters are letters;
Nouns are not adjectives and vice versa!

I will couch on the chair
And ink my wisdom on the pages of pages!

The baby will dance to see
The basket that is full of dolls!