I had the
Again last night.
Your face in place
Of mine, seated on an
Ass, I made a pass at life
And failed to catch its eye.
Windmills flailing, Captain Hook
Sailing idly by, while Peter Pan nursed
An artificial tan, and Tinker Bell went
To hell in a handbasket. Here comes Wendy;
Ask her why.
Bridal veil hiding upturned visage; Mad Hatter
Looking twisted as always, and that stupid hare just
Sitting there looking wise and telling lies to beat the band,
And in his hand a tiny, empty cup. Won’t you come and sup? he
Says. And falls asleep.
What a creep!