Walking my potato trombone
holding a giraffe by its trunk
I heard a monster horse hat
being tickled by pillow skunks
The smell was enough to freeze a horse
riding with strawberry ham
juggling freezers with its toes
with a jar of honey roast jam
The happily depressed fox lemon
was feasting on the ice
chopping up knives with a candle tree
to sell cucumbers to the lice
The insects marched to the sight of a breath
trying to eat snake hair bales
setting fire to their own eyebrows
in order to melt their tails
the smoke blinded the ears of a tennis cat
picking a fight with a balloon
that's enough sanity for the evening
so we can paint this morning's T Rex spoon
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