Short Street

Short Street

is the name of the avenue

we just drove by

and i craned

and craned

my neck

to see all the little munchkins

pop out of their little orange houses

to trim their bonsai trees

and drink lemon tea out of kiddie teacups.

and i craned

and craned

my neck

to see the little roads

and little cube cars

and all of the little munchkin children

rollling and bumbling down the driveaways.

but Short Street was blocked by a tall truck

-the irony-

and i couldn’t see all the munchkins.

somedays i wish i wasn’t all

long legs

long limbs

so i could drink lemon tea

out of little plastic cups.