An elongated albatross looks grim

I trip the light fandango anyway

as swarms of hornets cause the lights to dim

I watch a purple piglet stalk her prey.

Pink spiders crawl upon my batskin shoes

and forty-seven turtles say “hello”

Candescent blowflies gaily sing the blues

I sit upon a yak and watch the show.

Incredibly, the moon falls in my lap

and tells me bedtime stories with a grin

A faun creeps by, in tights and dunce’s cap

A camel choir adding to the din.

Red wombats picket glumly, chanting “sad”

I laugh and slowly, happily, go mad.
 

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