The Epic Cataclysmic Picnic

Have you ever wondered why
The apple pie
In the sky
Sighs
Every time you tie
Your shoes?
Or how the muse
Accused
The rose
Of being a poser
As she posed
For the poster
During the proposal?
Or when the fine
Wine
And the sign
Points at the line
Where combined
Vines
Strangle the mime
Right on time
As the lime
Light shines
On the chimes
At the corner of 32nd and Holloway.
For today
Is the day we say
Hey
To those that potentially may
Want to parade
While sipping lemonade
In the shade of insignificant
Existence
But sadly Miss Red's persistence
Of recompense
For the dense in mind
And her neighbor's dog
Has opened the floor
To something a little more
Lower than Hell.
Just don't tell
Says old man Jingles
As he wipes his face with a single
Slice of bread.