I'm too big for your suitcase-
My life is a hell;
I thought I'd go with you
When they ring that bell.
I thought I could fold
My face to my knees;
Wrap my arms round my legs,
Hold my breath until three.
Then emerge from the suitcase
Unscathed as you please,
But there's no way I'll fit there-
I've eaten too much cheese.
I'm too wide for the zipper,
It won't close or move,
And worse, it seems stuck there-
Right in my groove.
I'm too wide for the zipper,
And it's teeth are now stretched;
If I just had no feet
I would feel much less wretched.
My head doesn't fit,
And my arms much too long;
If I could get shortened-
Would it be so wrong?
I thought I would fit
In your suitcase, to hide;
But instead, I'll just mail me
In a big box, inside.
Like a tomb for a Pharoah,
I'll have room for my parts;
On my way to you now,
To reclaim my lost heart.
Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 8:50 AM UTC
I'm too big for your suitcase-
My life is a hell;
I thought I'd go with you
When they ring that bell.
I thought I could fold
My face to my knees;
Wrap my arms round my legs,
Hold my breath until three.
Then emerge from the suitcase
Unscathed as you please,
But there's no way I'll fit there-
I've eaten too much cheese.
I'm too wide for the zipper,
It won't close or move,
And worse, it seems stuck there-
Right in my groove.
I'm too wide for the zipper,
And it's teeth are now stretched;
If I just had no feet
I would feel much less wretched.
My head doesn't fit,
And my arms much too long;
If I could get shortened-
Would it be so wrong?
I thought I would fit
In your suitcase, to hide;
But instead, I'll just mail me
In a big box, inside.
Like a tomb for a Pharoah,
I'll have room for my parts;
On my way to you now,
To reclaim my lost heart.
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