Puffy Dreams

Muddy blots
And thistle combs
Fiddle downs
For Kallie Holmes

Turtles run
By bunny bed
Soft and green
With pillows red

And purple trees
With dancing bats
Who prance upon
Pink flying cats

They land upon
A candy lane
Where lollipops
Are not quite sane

They read old books
And talk about
Politicks
And sometimes shout

Obscenities
That aren’t too nice
And drink campaign
With lots of ice

They smoke cigars
These lollipops
And pass out toys
To little tots

And if the pipe
Does puffy dreams
Then life’s not always
As it seems

For if you wonder
In your dreams
You’ll end up counting
Lima beans