my humble response to the call to join the movement for Celery and World Peace
Horner Corner
I must be getting paranoid
Should consult my book of Freud,
For there on every criss-cross corner,
Stands some Little Jackie Horner;
Holding up the sugared plums.
Purple baseballs crowning thumbs.
With corpulence that’s quite astounding,
Speech with virulence abounding,
They shout they’re eating public pie
But there’s no plum for you and I.
There’s a need to change their diet.
What are the odds that they will try it?
Yet still I venture to suggest
The digestive tract might need a rest.
That with a proper bowel movement
Their foul mood would show improvement.
Celery might be just the thing,
A less dour consciousness to bring.
©Grapher
