Classic Poem

1.

Honey, I've been thinking up a poem for you.
I've been thinking of them mountains
Hard and rough and not smooth, just white and far
Like your necklace except your necklace
Jangles like the yellow flowers in the grass
When the wind
Goes
By
And doesn't say a word to anybody
'Cause the wind's got a secret it won't tell nobody
And I can't follow the wind, honey.

The trees are fat like grandmas
And they don't move much
'Cause it's summer and the mountains
Are white and far and winter is white and not far.
Honey, I've been thinking up a poem for you
Like my old gray hat it isn't new,
Like your blue earrings it's funny and gay.

Honey, the sheep follow the shepherd
And the sheep are gray, sheep, honey, aren't gay.
And the dog follows the sheep, that dog,
That dog has a notion he's leading the way.
And the sheep jangle like the beads in your necklace
Like the yellow flowers in the grass
When the wind goes by.

2.

The sunset bug licks its paws
And sways on a yellow piece of grass.
The sunset tree shows me
A leg with swollen veins.
The sunset world opens a mouth
Pink and fresh calf's mouth and moos.

White houses of peasants
Are sharp teeth no bread to chew.
Houses of the shopkeepers
Are like decayed teeth and for them
The sun goes down like a yellow cake.
There are few flies in this kingdom.

The sunset bug is like a beautiful lady
Opening a green parasol.
Under its shade spiders creep from sight.
The sunset bird sings like a motorcar
Going down hill. The wind is a mule
With floppy ears, the wind is a sleepy mule.