Monday, 16 April 2012


My left hand is a bicycle,
My right hand is a tree,
My legs are made of jellied-eels,
And half-baked milky tea.

My elbows both are chandeliers,
My knees are paper ‘planes,
My knuckles all are barking cats,
Pursued by angry Danes.

My hairstyle is a Filipino,
Talking to a clock;
Inside my perfect fingernails,
A shark consumes a sock.

The things you see so seldom are
The things you think you see;
I wonder what you think is there,
Each time you look at me.

And all the time the President
Of U.S.A.B.C.,
Said, “Life is just a t.v. show,
And Death will set you free.”

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