The trouble with geraniums
is that they’re much too red!
The trouble with my toast is that
it’s far too full of bread.The trouble with a diamond
is that it’s much too bright.
The same applies to fish and stars
and the electric light.The troubles with the stars I see
lies in the way they fly.
The trouble with myself is all
self-centred in the eye.The trouble with my looking-glass
is that it shows me, me;
there’s trouble in all sorts of things
where it should never be.
