I place this crown
Upon your head.
Now, you are King
Until you’re dead.
Amen.
I place this crown
Upon your head.
Now, you are King
Until you’re dead.
Amen.
Fruity drinks for you.
Rum drinks for me.
Lots of people sunning
In outfits you can’t unsee.
I should be sleeping
But I’m still awake.
My eyes won’t close
My legs still shake.
I think back over the day.
Then, I had to laugh.
The waitress may have lied.
I don’t think it was decaf.
Bean and cheese nachos.
Cheese enchiladas onions.
Margarita (large).
My name is Graham.
I am a gnome.
I love to travel
Far from home.
I have been on a ship.
I’ve been in a car.
Sometimes on a plane.
Always near a bar.
I love the islands.
They’re where I’m from.
The warm tropical breeze.
The constant rum.
My next travels?
I don’t know.
I’m always packed.
I’m ready to go.
On a bus trip in Nepal,
I was feeling very small.
I asked the monk beside me
His advice.
He pondered for awhile,
Then he smiled a toothless smile,
He whispered to me,
“Consider rice.”
“Rice grains are sands of time.
And when they all align,
Sometimes you get risotto,
And sometimes beer.”
He drifted back to sleep.
I thought, “That’s pretty deep.”
I vowed to find the secrets
In the grains of rice.
It was getting pretty late,
So I tried to meditate.
Can a toothless grin
Still really be a smile?
Then I thought about the rice,
I guessed you roll the dice.
Sometimes you get risotto,
Sometimes beer.
Maybe the rice were nations,
Not just our daily rations,
And all of us have our jobs
To fulfill the world.
I let out a little groan,
My mind was fully blown.
The sleeping monk’s rice
Was a universal truth.
As I drifted off to sleep,
A little doubt did creep.
What if the smiling monk
Just wanted to be left alone?
At sunrise’s early glow,
I guessed I’d never know.
Sometimes deep thoughts
Aren’t really that profound.
There’s a beer store in the Himalayas.
In the clouds up in the sky.
But no-one ever goes there,
Since they’re already very high.
Under the tree,
I smell pee,
I think it’s me.
In the morning dew,
I smell poo,
I think that’s you.
Friday afternoon
Weekend starting very soon
Is it five o’clock?
Hey! We’re going up the fence!
No! We’re going down!
Wait! Is that a nut?
Up the tree! Hurry!
Run the fence!
Let’s go in the yard.
DOG!
Up the fence!
Empty coffee cup.
Catching up on all my mail.
There’s a meeting soon.