Domesticated, trained pets, tick boxes, watch clocks
on time; house clean, buttons done to the top
Sunny days, leaves the car, walks to the shops.
life is in Technicolor, include black
The path least traveled the offbeat track
No wine drinking, glass clinking...watch that glass crack!
Vicars stare out through stained glass windows
Shut, sealed from harm’s way when the wind blows
Dreaming about doves and avoiding all the crows
Warm, snug, fluffy mittens on, when it snows
All that plaid tweed is chaffing in fixed forms
Fluff average pillows, spinning flatulent norms
Words are tricky some are sticky, wish they’d grow horns
Bombs explode in clear sight, meager flee the scene!
Copies, pastes, a borderline, wet tarmac, dream
Even in nightmares it never really screams