Seven fish walked into a bar,
In the middle of the night,
And said “good morning” to a surgeon
Dressed in a pitch, black white.
A purple spotted tiger,
Languishing on a rug,
Wandered over to a hat-stand,
And gave it a big, yet tiny, large hug.
The doctor asked the bar flies,
“ O Royal ones! What’ll it be?”
And the four fish chorused, “A pint, a pint!”
in kaleidoscopic harmony.
An angel with a curled mustache,
Flew over to them and said,
“My loves, my loves, have some of this,”
And scooped the brains out of her head.
The nineteen fish turned on their stools,
As Elvis grooved into the bar,
Followed by a golden, gorgeous man,
the Egyptian sun god, Ra.
The fish shook its piscine head,
As an otter applied a lotion.
“The surface world is just too weird,”
And he dived back into the ocean.
*Yeah, i’m not sure what pills I was on when I wrote this one either…
Jessica Bakkers 
This is beyond cool, weird, who the heck knows. I want what she’s having!
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Bahahaha you cracked me up! Thanks hon!
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Ha ha! I love it. It reminds me of Victorian nonsense poetry
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Well I am Victorian and also pretty nonsensical so yeah, let’s roll with it! 😁
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Works for me!
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I love this, it’s beautiful.
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Thanks
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I thought I was the only one who wrote poetry that was at times completely incomprehensible. I feel quite at home on your lovely blog. Thanks to Mae Clair I found you!!
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Thanks Lynda; most of my writing is random incomprehensible nonsense! Welcome aboard the weird train 😉
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