The tangle mead road
the tangle mead road is ten feet long, and over a hundred miles wide
those wishing to visit the tangle mead, must traverse it from side to side
so the tangled boot lace waits in vain, for visitors coming to stay
and the white grass bemoans its orange hues, as it slowly turns into hay
but the custard frog said, do not dispair, someone will cross the road
for I have invited a visitor, my cousin the apple pie toad
and the noodle cock with the tartan beak, said, I have a cousin as well
the noodle hen with the gingam feet is coming to sing my bell
but the tangled boot lace broke down in dismay, I have no cousins, he said
well I have cousins the white grass proclaimed, but their seeds were made into bread
as they pondered this predicament, at the edge of the vinegar pond
a ligature wandered across the road, waving a dangling frond
then they all spoke together, one at a time, are you related to boot lace or what
well no said the ligature, never not I, Im sorry but Im a frayed knot
then the white grass spoke up, saying what of the frond, it looks rather grassy to me
it grew on the verge in the middle of the road, said the frayed knot, so what could it be
the frond was indignant, I AM here you know, please address your remarks at I
then each in turn called out together, the frond is offended, but why
