Eating breakfast on a strange star
way up in the sky
Baconian, egg-less and toasty creatures
passing by

Waving at me
four arms four hands
avoiding crumbs  
while dancing to joyful one-man bands

Painting Cezanne's masterpieces
with van Gogh like skill
painting purple geese
and showing off until

I woke up hot
looking like hell
cursed my way down to my mademoiselle

Apologised to her in rapid succesion
got on my seat and called me a connection, waitress;
told her my **** breakfast was tasteless

Looked up at her hands and noticed some things
she was wearing some great tiny shiny gold rings
that wasn't that much strange but i noticed something else

She had twenty fingers
and four ******* hands
'crazy', i thought, all by myself

Woke up again
but in rapid succesion
and glad to find my girlfriend
waiting in vain