Dysfunctia

All is not well in happy-land

The wispy clouds have brought with them

Rain and the anger of thunder

While the munchkins retain their plastered smiles

The little mole-rat sticks his head out of his

Burrow and is hit by lightening

The munchkins, smelling the smell of fire, pull-up

All the lollipop trees by their roots and

Throw them to the nice sea-monster

Who hastens to eat as many as she can and

Chokes to death on the chocolate trunks

The munchkins smile and go back to sleep.

ZzzszzZ

If you steal this, I will seriously make hakka noodles out of you.

That's it for now...ciao, adios, au revoir...and remember...to be born again, first you must die

~me