Sweet, sad, nonsense

In a house with many
doors, daffodils bloom
on butter.

Upon the sills of bright
windows, widows sit
to roast.

Up the stairs to
rooms, rice hangs
on chandeliers.

To the nook with many
crannies, cakes roam
to sweeten.

On a girl of silken
nylon, nothing stays
to place.

Author's Note

What comes to your mind? It may make sense. It may not. But your unconsious knows and tells you more than you think.