Ramble

I cannot brighten up,

For the wide Sargasso sea,

Is resting in a bright black cup,

And laughing now at me.

The violets are smiling

My chocolates are pink

The desktop I’m tiling,

Do you have a spare blink?

Life is a carrot

A hamster, a cart

All these and a parrot

Shall make up my heart

But the toadstools are thin,

Just a soldier to an inch

And a cat with a grin

Is eating my finch

Art thou a ghost?

A spirit or cake?

The hardship is toast

The truth’s in the lake.

An envelope of fruit,

On a warm morning’s night,

The grapes are the loot,

The apples are white.

My cat is a cracker,

My dog is a pea.

But I am the slacker,

For my rat’s in the cheese.

I am bright blue with ruffles,

And ever so quick,

My friends are the truffles,

I think that I’m sick.

I do love my hats though,

They’re covered with cream.

They’re off with the bread dough,

But left me with the seams.

You actually read this thing?

You must be pretty strange.

Now it’s time to sing,

Home, home on the range.

--- Isilthrar

I swear it.

I wasn’t on drugs.