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By Rogue Date: 2001 Dec 04 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.04.15.08.5646]] |
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Harem Scarem, Molly my dear The wizened Quaker quacked My rubber pants have chafed me bad And my oval mirror's cracked So, go fetch me an ocean Or any sea will do My Popsicle garden needs watering And I've just now emptied my shoe There's a dragonfly in my soufflé And another pair in my ears They whisper evergreen secrets About the bubbles in my tears Mrs Gigglesnort's on the telephone But she can't remember her face It fell off when the dog was shimmering And she's got a deception in its place The tulips dream of nonsense And the pain left in their nose But I think it's the fence post's problem He's been reckless with his throws There's time enough for spirit scones And a pot of miniature tea And if the mailman asks about my wings We'll give him a cup for free I don't know where you'll sit my dear They replaced your chair with a smile You could try the thorns for parasols But watch out for the buckets of guile And after the clouds turn kinetic And the Muenster cheese starts to ache I'll tell you a story about dutiful And the chocolate marmalade cake And love is like a harness That's strapped around my heart It only makes sense to those involved But that's my favorite part |