In the black forest chateau

I can hear the pipes of Pan
but I don’t think they belong
to Peter
maybe they’re Pauls.

And now they’re gone
I could have imagined them,
you know what old men are like.

Supper was
jam on a scone
now I have my jim-jams on
and they have jam on them too
you know what old men are like
because I already told you.

And now it’s bedtime
which could be Springtime for
someone in Germany
but it’s not.

© 2021, John Smallshaw.