A Trip in the Shops

It began like

Red rough receipts

Eyeballs in the pleats

Her skirt weeps

To form a puddle

Of huddled flamingos

With a chorus of Dingos

All discussing the daily sheets

Global warming and warring

The incoming janitor

Mopping the flooring

All rise from inside the agenda

Like a cobra with a temper

Morphed and Misshapen

Like a hexagonal piece of bacon

The Dingos and Flamingos

Duel and Dance

As if in a trance

Whilst tree referees

Assist to balance

The logical lunges

The numerical shuffles

The precise pirouettes

The trigonomic tumbles

That in all the madness

Form a wonderful order

Neon energy pulsating from the border

The puddles alive

The waters called walter

The pulsing intensifies

Inwards and out

Inwards and out

Now the Dingos and Flamingos

Are joined by multicoloured trout

Leaping and flying

From the surface of the puddle

Trouts with arms wanting to cuddle

A tear in my eye

My brain in a muddle

All i could do was stare and absorb

Much like the mop

The janitors sword

Slaying and sucking whatever is around

Suddenly the sound of his voice

Shatters the profound moment

In which i'm found

With a whoosh and a Flop

The magic was gone

"Sorry mate i've got to clean here, would you mind moving on?"

The lady assistant looks worried

With her skirt now normal and white

Man what a trip

"Excuse me sir, are you feeling alright?"