some poetry or words or an attempt at being deep

This is my teapot and matching
garden table.
Here is the Beethoven string
quartet
And I blow bubbles
That pop before they hit the ground.

I would like to find a corner
A cranny
Where I can sit and sit and sit and
Let my mind float away
upon a disco ball.

Where, O where shall I go?
Stop being wishy-washy.

There is an icicle outside the window
That melts slowly in the morning sun.
She watches
Thinking on the good old days.
All morning
Aeroplanes swoop and dive
Thunder masked by the
Warning sirens.
The icicle slips,
She waits,
Wondering in morse code,
When is lunch?

Ending statements or conclusions are the most difficult.
A huge leap into assumption.