Electoral Ghosts

I strolled sitting down through a wall

on a merry sad December day in fall,

a gremlin prophet suddenly appeared so slow

on a carpet of melted ice, so dull it did glow.

 

Tomorrow came last Tuesday in the cookie pond

it borrowed a donut from a squirrel with a broken wand,

while some oysters on combs made the air shake

as a cannibal vegetarian barbecued a plastic beef rake.

 

Oh where are the burps that ate the watermelon

and the voters who were convicted as a brain felon?

The can opener smiles died in a trash compactor bag

after a snowman did charades turning a parrot into a flag.

 

Pearls from a bowling alley went to a French fry fair

they went on strike for some pumpkin scented underwear,

cake was sold on the end of giants wart covered nose

it looked like a cloud and tasted like a wilted rose.

 

Ballots were passed around in a leaking whiskey bottle

before the TV remote was pressed to turn up the throttle,

because the mayor was a squash who wish he was a gator

who saved a chorus of “row, row, row your boat” for later.