There’s a star school where all
Seemingly young stars go.
“Where is it?” she asked all ears.
“In the curves of your elbows”
He replied.
And flowers go to flower school,
Clouds to cloud school,
“Please pick another subject” she said,
“I feel like I have grown
God’s eyes everywhere!”
How wrong and how lovely,
“I’m serious, don’t you have
A theory about which came first:
The chicken or the egg?”
Yes, Daisy, hop into bed.
