in the lovely garden we sit
not a symbol but a thimble
(ok a symbol)
to pain the **** wit..

the rise with a wobble
and look for a magic lit
under the collapsable
o little thing itch..!

where is it?
where is it?!
among the dark sparkle
falling back on the back

of delicious dream-
a little mouse in ear
whispers-love everyone
she snores like a bear..