Mr. Whim Met Ms. Chagrin

Ah the match made eternally
if forever was a neurotic hypochondriac goddess
who lived by the currents of the wind
and found truth in a cookie jar
filled with sugar free cookies
that moan and sob don’t eat me
because that were made by a ventriloquist baker
with a brain disorder of irrational surreal phlegm fears.

Alas true love came anyway
right on time in a bus headed in the wrong direction,
didn’t matter at all to Mr. Whim
he was chase butterflies with a shoe box
singing I’m got a lovely bunch of coconuts
while holding a hula hoop.

His collision with Ms. Chagrin
came when he fell over her sleeping body
because she was trying to find out if the soil
had any zombie seeds in the weeds,
she had just come from her therapist
with another prescription for feel good blue placebos,
which replaced the yellow ones
since she complained they gave her fruit shaped warts.

Now it all is bliss and they are living happily ever after
over at the mall under inside the information booth,
they are never on time for bill, work or operations,
but it doesn’t matter
since they hired a helper to keep their web site updated
and that makes sure they have enough income
so love means never having to say
I’m sorry for my erratic satire
it was really meant as a drama
only nobody stopped laughing long enough
to listen to the sound of clouds
when the moon was sick with the flu.