Whimsical Writings--Poetry

As something of a respite from the gloom and doom of the past few posts, I offer up this tidbit that I found while going through some old papers.  It's a forgotten piece that I wrote sometime around October or November 1987:

From Within the Upside-Down Cake on the CD Player

Good yesterday, Mr. Turtle, 

And I don’t mind if I don’t. 

Yet here you are wearing my 

Sixth-best golf sweater, 

Although the holes above the sleeves 

Make your typhobia most apparent. 

Open your book to the 

Seventeenth and three-eighths page 

And read to ourselves 

The meaning of this cake 

In which we find us.   

Stick out your tongue 

And lick the frosting from the floor 

(No—that’s the ultraviolet light) 

So that we may better ascertain 

Who has built this wall around us.   

But what’s that sound? 

Ah, such clarity in a clarinet 

As I have never heard still! 

Are we… 

Yes we is… 

In this cake— 

On top of a gloriously, stupendously hugantic 

CD PLAYER!!!   

Fancy that!

(There's a LOT of stuff like that from around the same time period...)