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All In A Day’s Work

7 Nov

The sun came in and swabbed the floor

Kashmiri chillies kissed a wall

Parrots seeped into the rocker

And teakwood spun a yarn so tall.

A squashed bug bemoaned Neruda

Face creams swirled in jars

Milk shimmied around on skateboards

And printers whirred on Mars.

Singers snored for inspiration

Peaches whipped batter with their toes

Photographs changed their colors on whim

And verse cackled at prose.

Now if you’re done fulfilling

This flippant Friday quirk

Perhaps you’d consider, Miz OJ,

Getting back to work.