DIRIGIBLES
I was always allergic to
dirigibles. My mother told
the doctor I'd not survive if
they'd not stop their gliding
by. I told her, right back,
that wasn't hers to say, and
he was the doctor anyway.
See what I mean how nothing
ever made sense. And now I
note a Christmas tree, in August.
Ladies, ladies, I've nothing here
against mirth and merriment,
but a miniature tree, even in
August? Please. I'd much rather
mistletoe in a forest of firs.
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I'm not made for matter, or, for
that matter, matter's not made
for me : sterner stuff, like bricks
and mortar suffice, but I would
rather see - out the glass window
or through the open door, (I know
I've done this once already; for
I've been here before.
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