Preparing To Meet The Minotaur

When I'm an ancient, A caged cockatoo with nothing to do but moult I'll straddle Pegasus and hitch a ride. I'll own a mischievous zimmer I'll abseil down the cracks upon my forehead Thoughts will glissade off mountains There will be an avalanche of poems. Though they drug my Horlicks Though my teeth may clack like coconuts hung out to dry Though I may wear a beard as grey's Tiresias Though I spray my pshaws on the fronds of plastic vines I'll continue to saunter down the valley of fantasy Visitors will come bearing alms Fluffy cardigans, or mint imperials I must wear my props then, my medical aids All the better to see you with, my dear All the better to hear you with, my dear All the better to eat you with my dear. Watching the threads on the carpet growing thinner Preparing to meet the Minotaur licking his bull-black lips