My 'Ricco Green n Brown' Journey
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I sauntered past thy green grove with my shoes of leather
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I heard a white head crow caw, flappin' its black feather...
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My chick-let gums stuck rather
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Deep in ma' Wooden Calcium stone corner
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Warped with my rose suave food road, brother!
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Now am whiffin' of one worn torn Yella flower
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Rapped up by a group of blue band bees named after
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'Amegilla cingulata', doles thy agriculture through a clatter
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of idiosyncratic 'buzz pollination' of Nation brother!
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A brown warm worm digs deep in the musky clay,
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Gapes at me with his chest full of black mud spray'
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I blew him around with my stinky mint puff
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As he veiled around a sprig which shined grey
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I dusted my Orange round necky-belly covering, say
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'T-shirt', which erupted a sneeze of bay
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Temptin' my pitch black moustache alignment to lose its way!
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Ginger God, It's poorly scorching for a month of May
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I observed the sun through a prism of a water dewdrop still on its stay
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To concoct a rainbow of colors which twinsets my Rubbery play...
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My Ricco 'Green n Brown' Journey grows fast and slower
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As I drunk some old wine, stored in my blue polyethylene tumbler
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An orange rock arrayed with oxygen and hydrogen atoms' shower
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Drizzled by Red haired tree monkeys of quarter!
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Beak Birds chirps across sightin', clutch of Musk melon water
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Mixed with salty tinge of Jack Rabbit's matter...
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A wild ox roams, though his Black needles grew hotter
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He seldom minds thy balminess; he's busy growin' his belly Fatter'
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I touch the joy of what nature offers
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Not my work but these really matters...
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A lot matters!
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Thanks to Mad Billy
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My 'Ricco Green n Brown' Journey
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| Dilipan.M.A |
