The Imp Speaks
I may be too pooped to prove the point,
as we say in the lands of frolic,
but I’m still perky [perky still]
and can do the do
when my turn comes around,
and can climb the banyan tree
limb by limb to where the snake and tiger
wrap themselves in the myth of the manger;
and should you call up “when you reach the top,
toss me a kiss with your fingers,”
I’ll do just that – with the spark I’ve left,
more tired by then than ever I remember.