FLOWER MOON

The Killers of the Flower Moon,

It sounds like it’s all doom and gloom,

And runs for a whole afternoon,

I’d watch the clock, “Does this end soon?”

I’d get distracted, grab a broom,

And start to sweep out my bathroom,

I’d finish, get the old vacuum,

And go and do some other rooms.

Check if the piano is in tune,

Eat dirt to see if I’m immune,

Blow up a red and blue balloon,

And mount it on an old soup spoon.

Check out the sci-fi movie Dune,

And watch the war film called Platoon,

Drive east, swim in a blue lagoon,

Or paint the toilet walls maroon.

Draw my own face like a cartoon,

Sit in the fridge, and think its June,

Watch episodes of Daniel Boone,

And hold my breath until I swoon.

Dry out some plums to make some prunes,

See whether I can play bassoon,

Then go back to the living room,

And catch the end of Flower Moon.