A simple man of longing slipped into a dream of seas,
He rushed and paddled the boat of amber down to the land of cheese,
The land of cheese was smelly and tasty, with trees that were made of crackers,
He hopped off his boat to smell the roses, they smelt of old firecrackers.
After he smelt it he decided to stroll up across the Platypus Lane,
He walked and he talked and he tripped and he slipped and he fell and he felt no pain,
He got himself up then noticed a house that was built by the ancients before,
They had used it awhile, played checkers and left, they just couldn't stand it no more.
The simple man of longing thought that the house was quite nice,
"However", he thought, "it seems quite odd that they'd build it of rice",
"I mean really", he thought, "what if it rains? The house just might fall down."
A second passed, the house collapsed, the man then saw some clowns.
The clowns demolished the house of Ancients because it was a job,
To blow it up pies, shoes and wax were all used by the slobs,
The man just laughed and kicked up his shoes, continued on his way,
Loving the sights of whale sized pears being grown on by the bay.
By the bay there was a garden of brightly onion rows,
Purple pink checkerboard patterns were put upon the skins,
The man touched them then screwed them in- A light became aglow!
"Of course," he figured "they're onion bulbs that light the path within…"
So now this simple man of longing in his sea of dreams,
Was taken away all at once by the winds of leaves,
He blinked and looked, around he was on a bed of seams,
He realized that he had been in a dreamy weave.
