When you cross donkeys with onions
mainly you get a lot of onions with big ears.
That’s the first part of the joke.
The silliness language invites,
the aimless
consequence of play
when you’re just playing around
plucking this and that
out of endless possibilities
and putting them together.
The mind fucking off for the afternoon.
Fun, you bet, but
not essential;
and not really what you’d hoped for
crossing donkeys and onions
the only way they can be crossed–
in minds wild enough to join them
just to see
what happens.
And what happens
is you mainly get
onions with big ears.
But love invariably rewards imagination,
so every once in a while you get
a piece of ass
that brings tears to your eyes.