Headless

The shines and the shinnies
Went up to tea
Over behind me
Finding their wafflehead muffins
Their cream liqueurs
With the frosting on the side
It was not difficult to decide
One took scrambled, one took fried
And the tea went ballistic
Must have been the cream liqueur
Another romantic tussle
Over by the field house
The mouse shined the liqueur's shinny
Went to bed popped off its head
And morning up
The shines were shinneying
A horse propped up its head
Went out to tea
Headless.

Denis Streeter   9/25/12