Lemonade for sale

When the Moon was Blue

When the moon was blue

the sea was made of lemonade

and my boat was a rasberry bun

All the trees where golden cheese

which melted in the sun

I went to a school in a swimming pool

with a teacher who was a seal

I dressed up in a banana skin

with a hat of orange peel

My house had feet and roamed the street

to a different place each night

It got up and ran passed the garbage man

and gave him a terrible fright

All kinds of flowers rained for hours

until the city looked like a fair

People had roses under their noses

and daffodils in their hearts

I was alowed to choose some special shoes

which walked on walls and ceilings

I went up like a fly 10 storries high

it was a fantastic feeling

My wooden bed was a rocket ship instead

and it took off one afternoon

On a long flight which lasted the night

and landed me on the moon
When the moon was blue

School holidays continue, and this week we've had playdates and visits from neighbourhood children, a long-awaited call from the electrician to fix the dodgy circuit once-and-for-all, and a lemonade stand in the back yard.  There must be some instinctive motivation for buying and selling in the human race.  Playing shops has always been one of our favourite past-times.  Not 'once in a blue moon' kind of thing at all.

Poem Joy Cowley.
Photo by me.