When a pack of wild turtles came after me.
And so I wouldn't be part of Turtle Food Day,
I jumped into a hamburger and drove away.
Along the way, I met a talking umbrella
Who seemed to me like a rather nice fella.
He started talking about his life,
And said he hated inconsistent rhyme.
We soon encountered another
Who was the umbrella's brother;
He was a purple elephant named George.
But then George exploded,
As I carefully noted,
And his head landed in a bowl of porridge.
It wasn't too long before the sky grew small
And the ground below us disappeared with it all.
So I took off my shoe
And a shape became blue
And off of the world we did fall.
Through sponge and thicket (now that's the ticket!)
Our downward compelling progressed.
And as I fell I was muchly distressed,
Because I didn't know when the story would rest?
Monsters chasing, dragons dreaming
Heroes and villains do battle.
Things are getting pretty weird, its seeming,
Or so says the army of cattle.
We land, and the turtles by cows are beset;
Now this whole thing I begin to regret.
Because total nonsense will not contend
Until this crazy, senseless poem has reached its end.