• I duct tape my ladder,
• for I know it cannot swim.
• Flying is the treachery of tadpoles;
• may they burn their noses bluntly.

• Why the seagull does not drown,
• when it catches fish in the sea, I'll never know.
• Perhaps it is a fish as well, but
• with wings, and a tail, and no gills.

• Forever does the turnip shine,
• when the oak tree tries to sing.
• Burning indeed helps the sneaker geese,
• who feel their waterfalls will become
• black ink.

• Baldness is a sin, but can still repent,
• if it is used to kill the hippies.
• Screaming television giraffe zombies cannot
• excuse the warts, for they are pink and unsightly.

• Scream! cries the CD, for it knows no pain.
• Burning clocks do toll the wicked flashlight's
• nonsense.
• Earrings will melt under the cold iceberg's glare,
• when the seals vaporize their aluminum microphone
• buses.

• Die and live, for the reviving potion will not know
• when the ionic pencil does implode when seeking
• the true fountain of knowledge, for then
• will the flamingos cast all into flames and torment
• forever.

-The Painted Toadstool