Poem: Dating Joni Mitchell

Imagine dating Joni Mitchell. I’d try it once. We’d go for a walk in the park, so long as it wasn’t paved. Maybe she’d be humming a tune, possibly something such as ‘Why Do Fools Fall In Love?’ – or maybe she’d whistle it. I’d whistle a taxi, naturally. I’d make sure it was yellow, and big enough for the both of us. And then we could hang out in a log c…