POEM OF THE MOMENT
IF EVERY DREAM I HAD CAME TRUE
If every dream I had came true,
the grass would be a shade of blue,
a cow would quack, a duck would moo,
and rainbow rain would cure the flu.
I’d walk through walls, spin webs, and fly,
fluorescent spoons would light the sky,
it’d snow from June through mid-July,
and Five-Star chefs would feed me pie.
I’d swim in pools of melted cheese,
giraffes would build their nests in trees,
a tie-dye fish would paint the seas,
and spring would bring a sponge cake breeze.
A circus bear would cut my hair,
my desk would have a chocolate chair,
a pear would be a perfect square,
and fans would blow vanilla air.
There’d be a mocking-moose-a-roo
inside my strange and zany zoo.
I’d grow a garden in my shoe
if every dream I had came true.
Poem Copyright © Darren Sardelli (All Rights Reserved)
