Mary Poppins had a parasol that made her fly,
so Chlora tried it too, jumping off the picnic table like Superman
but her umbrella popped inside out
and all she could do was stick it back together
with matching Fruit Stripe gum.
Tut tut, shouldn’t do that but stripes had been good to her,
like that tiger suit she wore two years in a row
trickertreating for Unicef. She really had wanted a gold striped
mask as in King Tut Tut it looks like rain
Guess who it’s Winnie the Pooh shimmying up the tree
looking for honey gold at the end of the rainbow.
All that two-by-two business in that favorite Biblical genocide
where God flew off the handle was fun until she thought of
how bad it must’ve smelled in there, horror vacuui on Noah’s ark!
Tut Tut Pooh Pooh, and all those people
without their multi-colored Joseph raincoats or lifejackets,
Not even she could swim for forty days and forty nights,
but if by his stripes you are healed, she might be in luck.
With all those pairs around, Chlora figured she'd clone herself,
be a vet surgeon and a Surrealist at the same time
and be on the lookout for the fortuitous encounter on a
dissecting table of a sewing machine and an umbrella.
