Were I a whale, cartoon or
otherwise,
I would be for giving as good as I take,
and,
think, subject ob service
auto shifts,
if you know auto, yourself.
think
teeny weeny plankton by the ton
feed
me
as I cruise sans-effort, sans-trep
idation
egone into ideation,
you would be crazy as hello-happys
with no good bye
were you to agree to think with me,
is this your pa
in my belly?
Ambergris, remember this,
some aromas, sweet perfuma, you can't believe, sans
gnose blowing
during the withdrawals from 6 o'clock news
and recovery from Bernays Virii.
Behold how great a matter turns, under your
standing and above
and beyond
all a non-liar can imagine having known for sure. Okeh? Wit'me?
I knew this old guy,
one time talked me into daring
the deed, you know, it's hard
for a whale to
let some mind find time,
he said, in code... ditty dum dum and al,
banging on a bulkhead, starboard side:
LSMFT, once prompted me to choose
Lucky Strike, twen'yficent a pack, straights,
for the knowing announced with a note on a pipe,
the smoking lamp is
lighted, or lit (I forgit). It made a good smoke.
That's a whale of a comprefriendable story,
ex
cite ment to provoke a thought you never thught
possible, with no word
to express,
it past the flow, into the the ****** pool.
Life is a whale of a joke, don't you...
care. Okeh. You read, you'll survive.
If you can swallow a whale,
you can know common sense is unforgot,
get it. And with your getting,
get standing under, like a shower, you understand.
Whale of a feeling, eh?
A new voice in my realm, The daring little poem is provoking me daily.
