(Dedicated to Knightwriter ,as this poem is a response to one of her poems called Celery and World Peace).
In me life,
I sunk and thunk-ed a lot,
I bunked and crackled,
so much that some may say,
I over cooked me brains
so now when it reigns,
all those words,
they come all out
as a rant, a rave,
an indisputably insufferable
torrent, a storm
of ideologies, idiosyncratic views
that no descent person can believe?
so to overcome this disease
to everyone’s' relief,
I must from this moment on,
breathe in deep and just see
the world of now, and push away them
other thoughts that wish to be the rant, and rave.
I want-a-be, a cucumber-ess,
a very specialist, of salad of greens,
yes that is exactly what I will be.
green, and slim
juicy and livened
up that salad
in that plastic bowl.
yes I went too far down that rabbit hole.
give me red Spanish onion rings,
lettuce hearts, baby capsicums,
and little Herbie things,
to give me a little spice,
or pepper oh and sweet,
tomatoes sliced in wedges,
doused and toasted in olive oil,
and dressed
with feta cheese.
Oh please, and then pass me
around that table of life,
so I can be consumed
by some amazing life form,
a perfect human being
Oh what a dream!
then wash me down
with a southern comfort and cola,
on the ice
so I don't scream,
in that perfect human beans
ear hole.
So that they have no way,
of hearing me ranting and raving
in cu cumbering, cucumber-ess.
Just the answer to laugh away
this verbal diarrhoea.
