Poetry for the things folk have not thought of yet

Sorry I have been on the roof clearing gutters and will be drumming tonight so I have written a short little poem again, that sort of went through my mind last night at some point before I fell asleep. OK the first line did and the rest has been done as I type.

There are more things

In heaven and earth,

Horatio,

Than are dreamt of

In your philosophy

But is that right

I ask myself

Because late at night

When there is no light

I dream of many things

I dream of shoes and ships

And sealing-wax

And of cabbages and kings

And a pelican riding a unicycle

Propelled along by, wound up springs

And a pink cat with twenty legs

Standing on a cake

And an octopus dancing with a frog

In a dark blue lake

And carol singers in the bath

Swimming up and down simply for a Laugh

And a five dimensional triangular Pentagon

Which can not be cut in half?

And Albert Einstein

Waving at a crow

Who is writing with his pen

The crow looking up and shaking his head

At the futility of men

And to add insult to injury

The crow shouts abusive language

Every now and then

At a chap called

Horatio.l

Which is rather ironic thought

A huge thirty foot high

Mutant zombie hen 

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THE END