Down Blueberry Mountain

Jodi felt the wind puff up her skirt And float her down the hill, gently Placing her upon a giant Mushroom, waiting for just such A breeze. Aloft, the spores fly Everywhere, planting themselves, Preparing for a future takeover Of the world, once they too Have grown. Jodi hopped off The cap and ran through the Celery fields hoping to find someone to tie her shoe, But no one was there. They Had all gone vegetarian, eating Their way through the mushroom Forest, trying to find dip. They instead found butter Which is just what Jodi Needed to finish her Muffins up on the mountain. Written for a creative writing class in 1990.