The Corn and the Thief

Happy birthday to the unborn

I have blue shoes, new, never worn

The anniversary of disbelief

I had a red blanket, then came a thief

The day’s bleak; clouds are heavy; men, forlorn

I went up the stairs, turned left, green bullhorn

Another year, another unturned leaf

The walls are yellow, sensible motif

One day’s Monday, one month’s June, one year’s torn

I have a side, have a my, and a grey thorn

As the ship’s sailing, giant coral reef

During the banquet, black aperitif

I once killed a bird, was not for the corn

The verdict is in, clear court will adjourn