It was quite by accident that I invited Kant,
I thought he would simply say I can’t,
Instead he replied by return,
That he now had a method to leave his urn,
At first I thought what a clever man,
I’d always been a devoted fan,
And then I considered what could he eat?
Perhaps I should make him just a sweet?
Ice cream and strawberries would be fine,
And perhaps a bottle of that Aldi wine,
It had three gold stars in ” How to dine”
And of course he’d appreciate a German vine,
We’d talk and talk until the early hours,
Until we heard the neighbours having their showers,
At that Kant would begin to moan ,
And say that he really should go home,
He’d break the spell and send me back to reality,
Creating an aesthetic distance quite deliberately,
I’ve got to admit we would have had such fun,
Though it would be sad when he talked about him not having
a son,
I’d change the subject to something cheery instead,
I’d probably find out what it’s like being dead,
And then of course we’d laugh and smile,
Thinking about his theories all the while,
Death apparently has no fashion,
So his ideas ,thank heavens are still his passion,
I needn’t have worried about immaculate conception,
I mean that would be divine intervention,
And Kant would say religion is pants,
And on single motherhood he had many rants,
So his ideas to him are still his thing,
And he cackled loudly ” death freed him
from the need to earn a living.”
With those parting words he left me cold,
I don’t know why but it made me feel old.
Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏
