What the Hell?

Nonsensical blather,

Is the heart of this matter,

Can you follow along?

I make up weird phrases,

Like puppy dog mazes,

In the style of song.

So keep on reading,

Lest your eyes start bleeding,

And perhaps you’ll get a chuckle.

Run from the jelly bean ninja,

Win a walking tour of ,

And commemorative marshmallow buckle.

Oh how funny,

When it is sunny,

And warthogs lick cartoons.

Though it may be a mistake,

I’m not quick on uptake,

But don’t livers become balloons?

Let us change the scheme,

A different theme,

Like cannibalistic fruit bats,

These next few verses,

With their subtle curses,

Will confuse you like nipple tacks.

If lemons were pickles,

And ants were really were-rabbits,

Would pie still be lamps?

I know water is nickels,

And clouds can be trees,

(If they so please)

I wonder if that makes

Pelicans sad when drinking daiquiris.

If a tin can is eaten,

And takes over your soul,

Would your raisins still be healthy?

And if water polo is played with mangos,

(With appropriate headwear)

Will the nacho cheese set your house ablaze?

So let us wonder,

After tearing minds asunder,

What does all this mean?

I see you thinking,

Maybe critically reading,

To see what you can glean.

The truth of this writing,

That’s oh so inviting,

Is obvious, can’t you see?

I’m trying to tell you,

With all that I do,

I’m really as bored as can be.

~Zoo