Wednesday, January 11, 2006

ever since the day when the world was an onion

He puffed upon his large cigar
and took a foetus from a jar.
Then he put me in the jar instead
and whispered, "Now it's time for bed.
Sleep soundly, son, and if you're lucky,
your dreams will be both rich and mucky."
I truly tried, with eyes shut tight,
but dreamt I could not dream all night.


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