Nightmare Stuff

Is it the early morn in a yellow field of corn, Or could it be flowers with strange powers, Or a stroll on a donkey chomping a carrot, Or a baby pig in a pram, who would make A tasty ham, Is it when the clock strikes 12.00 for noon or The long shadows in the late afternoon, That I want to be with you. Is it the starry sky with the milky way up high, Or music of the Beatles that scream through, An open window in the heat of the midday sun Where a widow calls each man passing ‘Hey hun’, Maybe the giant turtle that climbed up a tree, Who was stung by a bee, or The one eyed chimpanzee, Who can no longer see, Is when I want to be with you. Watching people getting stoned, or Really zoned, Who visit a soup kitchen with their ex, What could be worse, its dark, no light, Just bad sounds in the night, Criminals on the loose who own zero, But drive around in a polished black limo, And become the village hero, Is when I want to be with you. Peeling an apple that never ends or Mashing mulberries for a murder scene, But your hands now look blood stained, Would Hercule Poirot have to solve this mystery, From the books of Agatha Christie, Bikini girls from Bay Watch, A clown appears, puts a bomb down a Cleavage, to which he is wired and strung, BOOM BOOM BANG, Glad I chose to be with you.