Sukey shall I play,
shall I play piano
and will you, won't you, will you play the fiddle?
Nursery rhymes are nice
and nicer when they're spliced;
hey diddle ring-a-ring-a-Rosie diddle.
I'll put the kettle on
to stall the dénouement
and wonder on the way you wing an idyll.
The shade is tangerine
on rounded copper-green
like posies in the pocket of a riddle.
Diane Hine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/polly-s-song/
