Three headed emus beat the eggs of horses
with lime onions found on potato golf courses
the clubs have run away to make new holes
for the escape of submarine voles
Their tails are decorated with the tentacles of a deer
three machine gun cucumbers covered with beer
the drops will form a blue whale's hand
made with eels and a green rubber band
The music will send the sharks to sleep
as they attempt to climb a melon bear
the ice picks in their noses will do no good
against the teeth of a spaghetti pear
The stalks have become marshmallow oak trees
Grown from a single cherry sheep
alas my pen has been eaten by its knees
as it's time for its wool to sleep
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