Hide-a-ways and drive-a-ways
And Solitary Spots in between.
I say
"Robots are good looking
When they wash and do your cooking
All the time."
You say
"Poems are the best
When you can put them to the test,
And they still rhyme."
But they don't have to rhyme.
At least, I don't think they do.
Of hidden drives and allergies
A tall hedge is like a violent sneeze,
And you break the windshield of a car.
You break the windshield of an oncoming car.
To the dusty sneakers of the world:
Get wet, get dirty, get defiled.
I say
"Problems are fantastic
When you wrap them up in plastic,
And the answer's there."
You say
"Plastic wrap is pointless
Unless pointedly anointed as a joie de guerre."
How morbid, Claire.