Nearly asleep

Fly swatters bat off farms
Leaving vegetables fending for free
And the toaster ovens clapped their hands
Freeing farms the way bats bite butter
The way licorice count, the ounces were empty
Too tongue tied tired, the rest went thirsty
When then wine racks delivered what the names had forgotten
Two times ten and the rest of the knees
Just before the florist had forgotten the ketchup
And the whirlwinds coming, two by two by the ark
Where the lands shore horns and the lassoes grow
Too late the fate of the straight and narrow
And all the damage between a hotspring tailspin
Luggage out, dimes to do
Feeding the vegetables in a land of worms
Reading backwards luggage wrappers
Tidily dressed out for dinner
Lessons in reading
Time to feed the catelope for a change
Lumber down
Shhh....they're nearly asleep.

Denis Streeter 9/3/11