The Poem

Little light rolling on a vessel gently roving
Gold-purple glowing surfing over crystal billows glowing
On the right lusts a thirsty gloaming
And on the left is a penguin.

The sky of singing sparks shines now seeing
Upon vast tumbling voices madly rumbling
The Penguin looks frightened: “Good God,
What crazy poet has done this to me?”

From sifting grains of universe now greatly shifting
A poet’s peering face looms kindly peeking
“Thou art a noble beast, thy message spake
Through thy majestic birth and untimely death”

The Penguin ponders upon this wonder
To then discover a mind quite discolored
By sanity and mechanical thoughts
A very sad thing indeed

The Penguin devises various demises
For the crystal billows and ice-sculpted pillows
That such imprison the Poet’s mind
The Penguin sits back and clears its throat:

“Oh Poet so great, with your nuances grey,
Such magic could do with a little maniac
Do bring thyself to life in this realm”
He uses big words to impress

The Poet considers and presently concedes
And shapes a distinctly swampy shape
“Such dramatic rendering doth improve
The emotion of this poem”

The Penguin’s convinced the conveyance
Of the message has only gone messy
He takes her hand and flies to the sky
For in a Poem one can do anything

The Penguin then strings the stars to a strip
And terrorizes them into the form of a tree
A tree house is built; simply a matter of words
And he shows her how to laugh

They build a snowman out of cinnamon
And a cannon out of cocaine
The Penguin doesn’t let the Swampy
Know how it works

They sit on a bench for time a bunch
And watch passerbys pass by
And to the front of the ship they attach
An old Gandalf figurehead

The Swampy entirely forgets alliteration
And silly things like iambic perimeter or syllable count
Too busy playing jump rope
And playing with fortune

At the end of the night and the end of the gleam
Through blue bottles and pies and dew
The Swampy decides that the billowing crests
And four lines of verse and crystal words
Is so freakin’ pwned by love