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Tuesday in My Brain
For My Grandchildren: Silas, Elijah & Theo
(Index # 09112025)

In the town of the teapots I painted a shoe,
With pickles for buttons and some glittery glue.
I danced with a doorknob, I sang to a chair,
I juggled three penguins while brushing my hair.
Pull the moon backward and tie it with shoestrings,
With a bubblegum trumpet that refuses to sing.
My uncle in Dallas wears socks to his knees
He keeps them all stored in his color TV.
A walrus came waltzing, I laughed at the sight,
With pancakes for fingers and a tie made for mice.
Don’t tickle a toaster or whisper to cheese,
Or you’ll trip on a mailbox and fall out of the trees.
So, melt your comb in the middle of June,
Count forks on the ceiling and dance with a spoon.
The circus of chaos in pajamas of red,
Ban all the blenders and butter some bread.
For one has a helmet and one has a drum,
One lives in the bathtub, the other eats gum.
With marshmallow mountains and giggles that pop,
A hiccupping dishwasher that just can’t stop.
She taped her own elbows to jellybean pies,
With bubble-wrap mittens and some googly eyes.
You can’t skip if you can’t deflate it,
Trade a frog for a muffin for a hat and ornate-it.
And my bed is a doughnut rolling down a hill,
It’s chasing the chickens,
And laughing at me still.

-Emmitt Owens