Jar of Nutmeg – A Poem

My skull is a jar of nutmeg
Full of most wondrous things
Cradled in mace, this magical place,
Overflows with the strangest musings

My ribs form a tea chest of sugar
From which flows the strangest sensations
From between bony bars, flow crystalline stars,
To be sewn into all my creations

My phalanges are pieces of biscuit
Little twigs on the end of my branches
They tie off my limbs and dance to my whims,
And enjoy their own little romances

My mind is an ocean of lemonade
It bubbles and tingles and flows
Swirling and deep, into this realm it seeps,
To give all a taste as it grows