Cranky Mr. Crackers

Strange poetry, possibly about the loss of love or lack of ;) Open to interpretation

Cranky Mr. Crackers

Have you ever encountered a cuckoo like cranky Mr. Crackers?

He pushes and pulls his special spiked pike through his yard,

Not caring an ounce who speaks to him.

 

All day long, he wheedles his way through his dilapidated yard,

Pushing and pulling until he can no longer pierce the vapid feeling left in his soul.  Why is there a sense of loss in this space? He misses Molly.

 

His Molly made marmalade any Monday he demanded.

Her marmalade was the talk of the town; traveler’s

Came from miles around, remembering the taste even days after it was gone.

 

When she lived with Mr. Crackers, she wasted away

Because his love for her seemed wholly dependent on looks and snacks.

She needed his mind, body, and soul, but he offered a slow death instead.

 

So what would you think? Was he wonderful?

No.  None could fathom what he needed.

Her death was on his head, but his death would be for her.  This is his wish.

Author's Note

Strange poetry about love...interpret what it's saying about love.