Out of sheer boredom

If the world were flat
And my buttocks square,
And the kitty-cats one-eyed,
And my master a hare,
I would declare a holiday
And say it in rhyme,
Forge Bush's signature
And be paid for my crime.
I'd travel hell and go to heaven,
Jumping on headless heads,
Counting black sheep that had no wool
No three bags full for a bed.

If the world were square
And my buttocks flat
I'd bawl in my dilemma
And be a miraculous hat,
I'd rush to an executioner
To try out my gown
For weddings? For parties?
For chopping your head down?
Then I'd twirl to the ballroom
Past the Blubber-Mouth dandy
To tug Goldilock's locks
And get little Bear's candy.



Just two stanzas of the original five. The last three seem pretty sucky (for me anyway), so I'm saving myself the embarrassment by not posting it here. I kinda left it hanging rather mercilessly, but then again, that's what you call suspense.

Ciao.