Mr Mascellani's Musings

I spy with my little i
something beginning with 100
green bottles sitting on a wall. When
the last bottle falls,
the veggies shall lie with the lollies. Red
will feel as if it were brown. Blue
shall wish it were purple.
Knock, knock jokes will become
knock, knock conundrums. Death
shall ride a pale pogo stick,
as Space plays Frisbee with Time.
And my little i will find a decoder ring
in the Coco Pops of enlightenment.

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