The melons chase the penguin ice-cream unicorns
polishing their hair with lemon jugs
playing Mozart through their eyebrow horns
to scare the lions of the glass haired bugs
their wings are made from onions
pulled from a blueberry tree
buried deep inside the penguins car
crashed into a raspberry knee
The toes were swinging cheese hammers
at the tiger needle plant bread
hoping to repair the piranhas
combing shotguns from the bananas head
The eyes fail to see the table grapes
planting potatoes on the vines for show
they may fly down for the morning
before melting away in the tomato snow
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