Flimflam (62 of 365)

Day 62 of the 365 poem challenge.

Word of the day flimflam meaning:

"nonsensical or insincere talk."

Flimflam

The singing Noll turned 

It's jubilant cheeks to

The Cheerie face of the cow

With the Jowls to match the 

Old lady in the pink corner house

Whom Divulged her most secret 

Possession in whispers to the 

Full lit moon on Sunday afternoons

Which are always preferable to

Noon days walking on spare rabbit shoes who hop like kangaroos

To broken hills who sing sunshine 

All the way down the coast while washing out the line of sad re-used tissue boxes that make good bricks for mouse houses of such grandeur of mansion parks and primrose ladies and portly gentleman who sip off the port bow of a passenger liner that skims the surface which one should never judge a book by and flying seagulls bite and chew on bread stale day old bread and butter pudding loaves for ducks who swan and quack and what a pack we make the women who know too much and the women who are smart and pretty and not beautiful like roses on a summer day and the skyline is glorious and the skyscrapers are a mirror like the one in the bathroom the exquisite tub was purchased some time ago swindled by a peddler who traded in stolen things including a fine bicycle like my papa had who used to sip on old beer bottles and let his socks turn to lint and the mice would come and scoop it up and make beds for themselves the alderman nearly died upon glimpsing the sight the marmalade on his toast which was manufactured locally at a small stove and the stirring was arduous and the blood and sweat of her did not compare to that of the soldiers except in spirit which there was never a lack for on top of that grassy knoll at the end of the street.