POETRY COLLECTION

The Trip (written to go along with an essay)

It was the weirdest experience

When back on it I look

The day I ate a gold top

And the strangest trip I took

The colours where so funky

And the patterns oh so strange

But then my teapot grew two eyes

And things began to change

Picture frames sprouted arms and legs

The walls where all gooey and sliding

TV remotes where howling and slapping

The banana peels that they where riding

                                     

And then to my horror, the fruit from the bowl

Gathered and made a huge man

And as he lolloped toward me with menace

His head was chopped of by the fan

The living room mat was ‘a’ writhing with snakes

And the telly was trashing the place

The table had legs and was up and gone

And the roof grew a huge jeering face

Me in the corner, (a nervous wreck)

Was in a terrible state

Then to make matters worse, my dog came to me

And said, “Hay! Aint the colours just great?”

Now skipping ahead to three years later

When taking a leisurely stroll

I turned the corner of a deli isle

And walked into a huge hairy troll

And those, the effects, of the pretty gold tops

Have changed my life down the track

The drugs in the mushrooms I ate on that day

Are still able to come get me back