ODE TO IDOMS BY DAVID OWEN

Ode To Idioms

From the sign on the bus stop

You could see just underneath,

I could catch the 49, by the skin of my teeth,

And so it was I got there,

In time to hear the band,

Where sweet music on the air

Would dreamily seem to float.

For, I really did care,

That I should not miss the boat.

Now the barrier behind me

Made of mahogany so dense,

Eased my aching limbs as I sat upon the fence.

Below were ledges, where the crowd would tend to push,

And beyond were the hedges,

Where drummers would beat around the bush.

We stood under the weather of a clear blue day.

As the sounds of the musicians then made their play.

And so to the finalé

Forté and crescendo with a loud boom, boom.

It really did sound something like an elephant in the room