048. Flying On A Crocodile

Flying on a crocodile
through the ears of an elf
I heard a pink giraffe
give birth to its self

the father was a swollen ear
chewing on a chair
its feet were red and purple
waving octopus hair

its knees had broken legs
which were hanging from its nose
kicking sand at the dwarf rhinos
that were sniffing on the rose

the rose was made from egg yolks
tied securely to a tree
a dozen streaks of honey
and a bumble bee

the bee was rather angry
that its eyes were in a box
his toes covering tree leaves
being tickled by a fox

I hear all this and wonder why
the creatures never said
that they were just imagined
from inside the poor elf’s head