Nonsense

Once upon a feathered dream,

Where ponies are in bloom,

I walked across the ocean,

And planted my bedroom.

My watch was singing happily,

As I blew bubbles in the snow,

Not once but twice the moon did bark,

When my bricks began to grow.

Mountain tops were crying,

As dogwoods ran in place,

Toy boats danced in waltzes,

With bovines dressed in lace.

A cardboard clown goes floating by,

With yellow ribbons in his nose,

While purple gerbils on TV,

Turn nonsense into prose

Paul Allen Rice