Wednesday, 24 March 2010

Come Into My Garden

Come into my garden,
The birds don’t know where to fly
The flowers just grow to die
The brickwork with every layer
Every soul gets sold to a soothsayer
The apples are sour with psychotic charm
Anything goes in this funny farm.

Come into my garden,
The dwarves are eager to scandalize
The fountains are trashed and vandalised
Your mother’s bones are under the path
The gamekeeper will greet you with wraith
The nettles are enticing and wild
And the wasps sting every child.

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