Not so many thousand years before
These old rocks were the bones of the haplocanthosaur
Old old rocks.
Tall as a house
Might've been gentle as a mouse.
Bare bones are petrified
Later they are classified
A skeleton may indicate but imagination animates
The mind's eye does need to see
The fluid grace and subtlety
Animals fitted perfectly to a world not like the one we see.
The bones of a flying animal now called the pterosaur
Have been found a hundred miles from the presumed seashore.
Old old rocks.
One kind had teeth like a whale
One kind had a hair covering
One kind would've been 37 feet wing to wing.
Bare bones are petrified
Later they are classified
A skeleton may indicate but imagination animates
The mind's eye does need to see
The fluid grace and subtlety
Animals fitted perfectly to a world not like the one we see.
Here's the sort of bird that we don't see
In some of the books it's not treated quite respectfully
Old old rocks.
Has the short end of the stick
been given archaeopteryx?
(weigho-weigho)
Thoughts may go where the winds may blow
Or they may steam ahead wake in tow.
(sizz fizz)
Thoughts go by steam.
(weigho-weigho)
Thoughts may go where the tides dictate
Or they might navigate.
(sizz fizz)
Where are the thoughts that go by steam?
(sizz fizz)
Rolling over the ocean's expanse
How is it done?
(sizz fizz)
Stoking with coal
Thoughts go by steam.
Smoke curling in a cloudless sky
The hull churns the wash
The engines impel and the reply
The great wide sea unfolds in swells.
Thoughts that go by steam are something to see
As they come into view of
Tooting horns!
Tooting horns!
Thoughts that go by steam are met with jubilation
All the banners and bands and the
Tooting horns!
Tooting horns!
(sizz fizz)
Where are the thoughts that go by steam?
(sizz fizz)
Rolling over the ocean's expanse
How is it done?
(sizz fizz)
Stoking with coal
Thoughts go by steam.
On a day such as this
Insist on more than the truth
H Y P E R B O L E.
Today dear poet we must insist on more
More than the ordinary turn of phrase
Other than the usual stock in trade.
A day such as this cries out for emphasis
Where are the thoughts that swing from the trees?
Where are the hats that hang in the breeze?
Where are the words that will freshen the air?
On a day such as this
Insist on more than the truth
H Y P E R B O L E.
What is the designate etiquette on such a day?
[Part 2]
At last
By reasoning cast as a character peevishly bound
The solution comes clear
Persevere.
I was nearly drowned.
The folderol of fretful peregrination.
It rained cats
It rained dogs It rained logs
It rained hats
It rained trees It rained fleas
It rained spats
It rained boxes to put it all in.
The trumpet call of rampant exaggeration.
With each ensuing sneeze
Raindrops shake from the leaves
They shake from the trees
They shake from the leaves
of the sheltering trees.
Grumbling over the goats they go
Mumbling into their coats they know
Bundling into the boats they row
Who knows where they go?
They go where they go where they go.
The folderol of fretful peregrination.
Yo-ho Oh-ho
If the rain doesn't stop
And the boxes pile up
Then we'll pass on the notion
to bail out the ocean with buckets
That's the word that's overheard.
The trumpet call of rampant exaggeration
What is the designate etiquette on such a day?
[Part 3]
Some will say the feet
Some will say a dog
Some will say a man's best friend is hyperbole.