There are flapjacks singing in the rain
Elephants who are calling my name
I look over at a kangaroo playing a card game
Am I insane?
Flashy colors with flying llamas
A pink panda, is my mama
I see a dolphin who looks like Obama
I need my salsa
In my car, I see dancing spaghetti
It's moving its noodles, like wobbly jelly
You are reading this, yes I can see
But look around, it's not all what it seems
Psychedelic and hallucinations
It's time for tea,
and celebration
Oh hail! The flying nun!
Here comes the cheetah's run
Never look into the sun
Because that is where this has begun.
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
There are flapjacks singing in the rain
Elephants who are calling my name
I look over at a kangaroo playing a card game
Am I insane?
Flashy colors with flying llamas
A pink panda, is my mama
I see a dolphin who looks like Obama
I need my salsa
In my car, I see dancing spaghetti
It's moving its noodles, like wobbly jelly
You are reading this, yes I can see
But look around, it's not all what it seems
Psychedelic and hallucinations
It's time for tea,
and celebration
Oh hail! The flying nun!
Here comes the cheetah's run
Never look into the sun
Because that is where this has begun.
-cc
I wrote this in 9th grade. It's totally lame but the ryhmes and cooky story is what get people to really admire it. My eyes are not in favor of the sun, and everytime I'm outside when it's shining bright, I tend to hallucinate, so that is the origin of this poem!
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