The garden green with yellow dots Was full of blue Forget-me-nots Shimmering in the early day And way above the chimney pots
Kites were flying looping loops And diving through the Golden Hoops The sun began to give its heat As birds flew by in tuneful groups
And now itβs coffee time for games A chance to reinvent our names With teasers puzzles laughter joy To cast aside our worldly aims
This poem is the result of a collaborative game, much in the manner of the Parisian Surrealist movement, circa 1920's, where two people (in this instance my wife and I) write lines of verse alternately until something appears that almost makes some kind of sense.