An old man in a blue dress rides the skeletal carousel:
Its ponies smile with empty eyes and softly sing his knell.
It's time to paint with porridge on the typewriters we've sold;
Let's nail our heads together, lose italics, use the bold!
Sometimes a girl named Margarine, she was a butt'ry spread,
She'd laugh and smile and wink at me, so I took her to bread.
While the clock of hearts pumps time upon its shoddy, three-legged stool,
Let's cut a bougie pig or two, eat beans, and don't skip school!
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