Sometimes, He Said, In the Garden

Everyone needs a little humour Sometimes, he said.... Swinging from his vine You didn't have to be so kind As I handed him, a tangerine But what does it mean and What is this green, spot? Here, let me see; back in his tree Laughing at the world; laughing as He handed me this pearl.... Sometimes, he said, as he lifted his head And he let out, a certain roar Why, I haven't heard that, before? While as I opened my palm.... His chatter became calm and his eyes Grew wide; swinging from his vine You didn't have to be, so blind And why do you chide? But I wanted to be kind and Give you back gold in exchange for Your pearl....But what does it mean And what is this green, dust? Here, let me see; back in his tree Staring at me, with a knowing simper I could tell, that he was bathing, his temper Sometimes, he said.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ....In the garden ~