Ode to randomness
Oh why, oh why
Does everyone want to be
A lightbulb bright?
C’mon, be enlightened,
Join me and become
A big fat walrus
That lives
On the moon
With the moon-man.
The moon with sparkly rings
On which cows dance,
While horses draw
Entire houses on ploughs.
Wait a minute! Stop I say!
You’re ruining those rings
With your stupid ploughs!
Look what you did! They’re ruined!
Now I’m going to have to buy
Diamond dust by the bucket
From the dwarf who sleeps
Somewhere on the Sun at night.
But until he comes
I must go to sleep,
And maybe visit the real world
In my nightmares.
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