On Our Way To The Crocodile Court An Earl Poem by Alec Witthohn

Well look who it is
Three porters
Of the Darling Dauphin
Periwinkle.

Where might you
Be off to?

The Crocodile Court?
The royal ball pit?

No? You do tease.
Yes, yes always teasing, Periwinkle.

Well what have we
What have we, what have we
What have we here.

A poem, someone has
Been busy
That devil of a dauphin.

Not you his you say?
Alright I'll play?
Who's?

Yours!

A superfluous and pertinacious
Porter at that. What a joke.

I am the earl of honeysuckles
Even I don't dare compose verse.

But the wistful air is fighting
And playing with my hair
My ears.

By humming fish and sippy cups!

You have come to taste
words like-

creamsicle salamanders.