Like an unripe melon <br />Like a conquer Magellan <br />Like a handy capped Helen Keller <br />There is a moonster in the cellar <br />He has been there since last November <br />I was once a member- <br />Of his palace <br />Until I was hit in the head with a mallet <br /> <br />Creeping along the halls <br />I have spotted the moonster in conversation with the white rabbit <br />Me thinks that white rabbit has a nasty habit- <br />Of being late <br />Last time they nearly locked the gate <br />Is his clock too slow? <br />Or is telling time his foe? <br />At least the moonster and purple tiger know <br /> <br />Acid is a trip that is not a trick for kids <br />But the rabbits white hair show great age <br />Maybe his mind is like that of a mage <br />I saw him once pull himself out of his own hat <br />Very impress for a magician with a assistant gnat <br />He buzzes around the rabbit’s head, a dark shade of blue <br />The rabbit does not reek, I have seen him use his wife’s shampoo <br /> <br />If I may take the time <br />I must say for a rabbit his wife is a dime <br />I even saw her and purple tiger in the shower at the same time <br />Of course the white rabbit was too late to catch them of this crime <br />Just then I told the purple tiger not to eat the white rabbit or the Chinese Girl <br />“She is your world! ” <br />You just don’t know it and she will not show it <br />So he devoured the loaf of bread instead<br /><br />Vincent Dali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trip-7/
