A Life of Riddles & Rhymes

by Skinner G. Layne

When I look outside of my window
I see no grass or trees,
I see blades of honey
And flowers made out of bees.

I look at the roads of pepper
And doors with candy seals
While people go driving around
Their horses that stand on wheels.

Buildings are made with popcorn
And buttered with Chardonnay,
And weren't it for the Stilton Moon
I couldn't tell night from day.

Streetlamps are filled with fireflies
LIt by the lightning strings,
And nursery rhymes are covered in chocolate,
When they story of frogs with wings.

My pen writes with maple syrup,
And the seas are filled with wine,
THe stars are platinum coins,
And a wish can make them mine.

In a world with so much heartache,
In a time so mired in pains,
Why can't I look at cornfields,
And see cotton candy chains?

You may wonder why I hide myself
In metaphor and rhyme
Yes I could think concretely
But I haven't got the time.

For all of life is riddle,
And to pretend it's not is vain,
So why not stop and enjoy the taste,
Of the falling lemonade rain?