Sesame Street Blues
Grover was blue.
His parents were blue too
—at least he assumed they were.
He had no memory of them;
just an old black and white photograph.
But his grandmother was blue;
his dear sweet grandmother,
who had raised him from a furry little monster.
Now his wife was expecting.
His beautiful and beloved saffron bride
was with monster.
He yearned to gaze longingly into their baby's eyes
To hold that precious emerald.
Imagine his shock,
when the baby came out orange.
How could she?
There was simply no other explanation.
He felt as if the hand that had been inside him,
guiding him all these years,
had suddenly been yanked out
clutching his still beating
little monster heart
in its fist.
Leaving him limp and crumpled on the floor
Et tu, Elmo?
