Picture This...

Mohamed Ali could float like a butterfly, and

with a well-placed uppercut, he could sting like

a bee.

Snakes and lizards, never complain about the

inhospitably of their desert terrain. And what

on Earth could be said about you and me—

friends perhaps, or diametrically opposed adversaries;

merely passers by in cars, strangers, who cross paths

daily on heavily trafficked streets?

Without rhyme or reason sometimes we just don’t

know. Which begs to question, Mary, Mary, quite

contrary, how does your garden grow…?

Sugar is nice, bit I prefer spices. This is where my

writing got me to today when I was left to my own

devices.

Remember this, when left alone, snakes and lizards

never complain. And Mohamed Ali, well that’s a whole

different story.

Confused? It’s all about imagery…words which paint

pictures, you see. And don’t forget, like it or not, poetry

can include rap music too.

Word Play is the name of the game today.

Chris Hanch 5-7-19