.
Oh, how I wanted
to boil my hat,
a sequence that
made no sense
to anyone outside
my little cherry box.
We were all as latelate
-late as watches on
chains and white
rabbits can measure,
a slow roiling boil, a
nifty-fifty carat treasure
that just might outshine
the sun. Give me
your shoe, I said
and you thought
I was crazy, pain
-ting intricate days
-ies on linoleum
floors in various
shades of sum
……………….-mer.
.
whirligiggled.
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We know the nuthouse and rabbit all too well…crazy is a moveable feast…I say paint the floor as long as there are cherries and summer
Love the Alice in Wonderland reference and the play on words here….brilliant 🙂
This is quite a crazy poem! But in a great way. “boil my hat” : that idea in itself is crazy funny. Of course I soak my husband’s in white vinegar to rid it of the sweat smell that creeps back in it! But boiling might work as well 🙂
And then “give me your shoe” — sounds quite hilarious!
I think we all need to be a little crazy or else we will go quite mad.
Wonderful! 😀
Sometimes “crazy” sounds so wonderful, the escape too tempting.
Wonderful.
I too enjoyed the “Alice” reference.
Painting daisies on linoleum is a nice image…I don’t think it’s crazy:)