The lemon sea horse likes to ride to town
on a penguin car window's bridal gown
sewing books to its ears with chocolate lace
to enable an eye nail to paint its face
The wheel hammer hides within its shells
fearing the sneezing of the lion bells
shouting their toenails through their ear
to tie up a sieve full of computer beer
The needles drink it through an octopus chair
stitched with yoghurt by a polar pear
the claws were sharpened with an egg
to polish away its diamond legs
The feet have run away with the onions
crawling up the table with a potato bear
but now they must be chased away
by an ostrich trying to comb its hair
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