In the depths of my mind,
A poem I wish to find...
It’s not my fault that the unicorn lied
Or the hippogriff hid all my clothes...
I'm sorry but I'm not home to talk cuz I took my...
O’er the garden wall
Too nimble to fall...
I enjoy buying figurines, in a pristine condition,
Placing the boxes in prominent positions...
Why did I lose my place?
Shucked from my swaddling cloth...
In the quiet hum of the evening,
after the movie credits rolled...
?My brain was stuck in neutral gear,
A fuzzy, slow, meandering smear...