Picnic Poem 
by Tony Chapman. 
 

having a picnic 
high up, on a vertical wall

we sit horizontally, 
watching our hard-boiled eggs 
fall

"Whoops, there goes the jam, 
and the packets of chrisps" 

trying to drink orange juice, 
but it pours out of the mug
in gravity's general direction.

having a picnic under the sea
the fish swim by and smile at me
then my salad floats away, 
my raw food crackers too
and a friendly octopus 
drinks my orange juice

having a picnic on the cold north pole
my orange juice is frozen solid
so I make a hole 

in the ice 

to fish through ... 

2nd verse of “Love Has Caught Me”

I’m falling so fast, nothing will last,

I’m tipping right off the edge

I’m walking on air, then I despair

I’m slipping right off the ledge

Love has caught me